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Elsa ran. She didn't know why she ran or where her destination was but she couldn't slow down. Suddenly she realized that she wasn't alone. Looking down, she saw the unconscious form of Anna in her arms. Anna's hair was pure white and her lips were blue. This is how Anna appeared in all her nightmares, but this one was different. Elsa didn't feel the guilt that normally accompanied them. She kept running. She was running from something. She was protecting Anna from something, though she didn't know what it was. Her world was pitch black. Abruptly, her foot was caught by something and she feel to the ground. Anna flew from her arms and landed several yards away. Elsa looked at her foot and saw a hand grabbing her ankle. It was followed by another and another. Soon she was surrounded by hands, all of which were grabbing at her and Anna. Elsa did her best to fight them off and get to Anna, but couldn't move since her ankles were still bound. She looked up and realized that the hands had a hold on Anna and were pulling her away. Elsa pushed with all her might against the horde and managed to momentary break free. She almost got within arm's length of Anna before she was restrained again, and watched helplessly as Anna was dragged into the darkness…

Elsa bolted up in bed. She was covered in sweat and could tell that she had been crying in her sleep. Her breathing was short and rapid.

What was that?

It had been so real. She felt as if it had actually happened. Elsa reestablished her bearings. She was still in her cabin aboard the Arendelle. They were somewhere in the waters between the Northern and Southern Isles. The Arendelle acted as the flagship of the miniature fleet Elsa had assembled. It consisted of three large warships, the Arendelle, Concord,and Snow Queen, plus dozens of smaller ships carrying the invasion force. The fleet had been at sea for two days now, moving slowly due to the slow moving cargo ships.

Elsa knew she would never be able to sleep again that night. The images of Anna were too fresh in her mind and she was too nervous about the coming event. The invasion would take place either this coming day or the next, whichever Captain Gunne decided was more suitable. Elsa stood from bed and walked onto the deck of ship. At this hour of the night, only the night watch were awake. They silently saluted as she passed. She walked onto the quarterdeck and sat in the chair at the navigator's station. The only man near her was an older man manning the helm. He wore a lower ranked uniform and had thick, brown sideburns on his face.

"What's your name, sailor?" Elsa asked quietly. The man looked at her, shocked. The Queen of Arendelle was speaking to him.

"Midshipman Otto, Your Highness," he replied bowing his head slightly as he spoke. Elsa smiled at him.

"Do you ever have nightmares, Otto?"

"Ah, that's why you're out on deck, mam," he said. "Aye, I've had me a real nightmare or two in my life. May I ask why m'lady is curious?"

"Have you ever had a nightmare that felt so real it felt like it was telling you something?" Elsa ignored his question.

"Ah, you're wond'ring if I believe in foresight. Aye, I do, mam. Never really had one happen to me though. Had me a mate a couple years back who dreamed that he was gonna die in one week." Otto responded.

"What happened to him?" Elsa inquired.

"One week to the day later, he's handling some black powder below deck. No one knows fer sure what happened. Some spark blew him to kingdom come." Otto answered flatly. Otto's anecdote did not make Elsa feel any better. She turned her attention to the sea. She did not share Anna's fear and the cool breeze off the water was always seemed to calm her down. She could see the lights of the Concord to port and the Snow Queen to starboard. She closed her eyes and breathed in the sea air. Elsa stood and went back to her cabin. Tomorrow, the fight would begin.

The next morning, Elsa awoke. She had somehow been able to drift back to sleep after her nightmare. The fleet would be approaching the Southern Isles and minute now. She put on her uniform and walked to the deck. The faint outline of land was barely visible on the horizon. Now was the time. As Elsa's fleet approached Notodden, Elsa saw the silhouette of the Viper in port though her telescope. Its masts towered over the surrounding ships. The seventy-six gun ship of the line had three gun decks that were specifically designed to bring as much destruction to an enemy vessel as possible. It outgunned any ship in these waters. Elsa knew that her fleet had been spotted when the sails of the Viper's sails unfurled. The large boat began to move out of the harbor to challenge Elsa's navy.

Elsa wasn't a naval tactician. She turned to Captain Gunne.

"How do you suggest we deal with that thing?" she asked. The captain pondered the question.

"I say we have our faster ships, the Concord and Snow Queen, move forward first. They will attack the Viper from both sides simultaneously. We move into the center and attack her head on," he responded.

"Make it so, captain." Elsa returned to her telescope. The Viper was out of port and bearing down on them fast. The Arendelle signaled her two sister ships to attack. Elsa saw the Concord drop her sails and surge forward on the wind. She watched as the small thirty-eight gun frigate sailed out meet a ship that was literally twice its size. What she didn't see was the Snow Queen. She look over her shoulder and became infuriated when she saw that the Snow Queen had held back instead of attacking.

We had a deal!

As much as Elsa wanted to lash out at the treacherous ship, she had more important thing to deal with first. The Concord was attacking alone and it was too late to stop. Elsa watched through her telescope with horror as the two ships began to engage each other. It was not a fair fight. The Concord's broadside basically bounced off the thick hull of the Viper while the heavy, long guns of the Viper tore the Concord to shreds. Captain Gunne, however, saw the silver lining to the slaughter. If the Viper kept its broadside focused on the Concord, the Arendelle could get in close. The Arendelle and Viper continued to sail forward, directly at each other. The forward facing pursuit guns on the Viper fired. The section of railing immediately to Elsa's left disappeared in a hail of splinters while Elsa could feel the wind off of the cannonball as it flew past her.

Captain Gunne and the rest of the crew hit the deck as the second cannonball struck to Elsa's right. Elsa didn't move. She was furious. Ice spread from her hands on the rail. Not only had their only hope of winning backed out before the fight had even started, she had just lost another ship and crew to the Southern Isles. The time for holding back was over. She turned to captain Gunne who was still lying on the deck.

"Ram the Viper," she ordered through gritted teeth.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty?" The captain was dumfounded.

"I said ram the Viper. Hit it head on, it's our only hope to avoid its broadside and we can board them. Captain, get me on that ship." Elsa wasn't even trying to hide her anger. The captain passed her order on while the two ships continued to close with each other. At the last minute, the Viper attempted to turn to starboard to avoid an impact, but the Arendelle countered and the bows of both ships collided with each other. Elsa immediately summoned a thick layer of ice to freeze the ships together to make sure they stayed connected. She drew Captain Augustin's custom sword and leapt from the Arendelle's bow onto the bow of the Viper. She was greeted by several armed sailors on the deck. Sailors from the Arendelle followed and both sides began to exchange pistol and musket fire. Elsa charged headlong into the fray.

Her inexperience with her sword caused it to be knocked out of her grasp soon after the fight started. The Southern Isles sailor who had disarmed her raised his sword for the killing blow. Elsa raised her forearm in front of her face and blocked the sword with a layer of ice on her arm. She raised her other hand and summoned a shard of ice to fly into the man's chest. He fell backwards and breathed his last. Elsa stood stunned for several seconds, attempting to understand what she had just done. Her shock was broken by another sailor who attempted to slash at her with a sword. She wasn't thinking now and barely felt like she had control of her own body. Elsa deftly moved out of way before hurling another spike of ice that connected with the man's temple. Elsa quickly dispatched two more sailors in the same way.

Both sides were taking losses. Elsa's force was outnumber by a force nearly twice their size. In the midst of the skirmish, Elsa saw one of the Southern Isles sailors pinning someone to the deck, choking him. Elsa struck the enemy's heart through his back. The big man slumped down on top of the sailor. Elsa quickly pushed the enemy off and suddenly saw who she had just saved and her mouth fell agape. It wasn't one of her sailors, but…

Anna?