A/N, here is something I am happy about my personal life, my second eldest brother moved out of the house last week and now I am the eldest child. Oh you wanted to know about the chapter. Well... You see... Shit gets a bit hectic and if I say a single event, it will ruin the story, sorry but that's how it will go in this chapter. To da story.

Chapter 21: When Hell comes knocking.

It was not easy getting the citizens of Arendelle out of the city but the escort guards managed. The civilians all asked on another to why Elsa was staying to fight with the rest of her full blood family.

"Daddy, why is the queen staying" a little boy asked his father.

"I don't know son, but she better know what she is doing" the boy's father replied.

"Mother, where is my friend, Fiona" a fairly young girl asked her mother.

"Maybe she is with her father, somewhere" the girl's mother answered.

Questions like these were asked by the children to both their parents and the guards. They always got the same response from both adult groups.

Ticf sat with Gordon, Michael and Greed in Elsa's study, discussing strategies with the battle ahead, when Elsa, Anna, Susan and the female guard whom was with Gordon and Susan the night of Fiona's arrival walked into the room, followed by a disobedient Fiona.

"We found her hiding in the stables, it is far too late for us to take her to the safe zone, what shall we do with her" the unnamed guard asked.

"Bloody hell, where is the most secure area of the castle" Michael asked, hoping that there was one not in the centre.

"Other then the centre, there is only one but that is no place for a young child" Elsa answered for the guard.

"Hey, I am 12 years old, thank you very much, your highness" Fiona rudely interrupted.

"Sorry but, I don't think you will like the location" Elsa warned.

"Test me" Fiona rudely answered.

"It is the secret catacombs, below the castle, no a pretty place at all and the dark" Elsa said, trying not to scare Fiona.

"Not so secret now, isn't it" a sly voice came from the window.

"Oh no" Fiona, Ticf, Greed and Michael all whispered to themselves.

A blue hand reached above the windowsill. Then another blue hand reached up over the windowsill, both pulling up a big blue demon creature. The creature then pulled up a woman in armour (they couldn't see the woman's face) from where the window began.

"Well, is this how you greet the messenger and his friend" the blue demon laughed.

"Snipes, why has Wrath sent you as the messenger" Ticf managed to say after a long silence.

"That's better but, try to sound excited. To answer, Ticf, Wrath has finally declared but I think that Death Storm has other plans, to kill the whole lot of us but I think Wrath is too stupid to see that" Snipes answered.

"So why exactly are you here" Michael asked, crossing his arms.

"I am here because, I want a even fight. It is highly out numbered with the entire army of Hell going up against a small counties army plus an angle and 2 demons" Snipes answered, giving a quick smile at Michael.

"Let me guess, the woman is the evener type thing" Elsa asked, preparing for a surprise attack.

"Why, of course, my cyro queen" Snipes answered in a happy tone, kissing the air in front of him into Elsa's direction.

"Don't do that" Elsa demanded.

"What, kiss the air or even out the odds" Snipes jokingly asked.

"The air kissing thing" Elsa answered.

"Fucking fine, be a bitch then" Snipes rudely yelled.

"Who is the woman" Greed asked, curious about this woman.

"I don't know her name nor can she talk" Snipes said sadly.

"What the fuck do you mean she can't talk" Susan blurted out.

"I mean, because of her past, the damage on her throat has stopped her from speaking" Snipes answered.

"Why the mask then" Susan asked, finally making everyone notice the designing of the armour's face protecting.

"That is to help her with her breathing and if she takes it of, the sudden hit of pressure change will course her to spew blood" Snipes explained.

"How will we know what she wants to say or not" Greed asked, again curious about the woman.

"I will leave you these" Snipes replied, placing a small black-board and some chalk on the table.

"Is that all" Gordon asked.

"Fuck yeah" Snipes laughed as he jumped out the window, being careful.

The group all turned to the woman.

"Can you tell us your name" Greed asked, politely.

The woman picked up the black-board and a piece of chalk and wrote, "I don't remember it, Prince Greed."

"Great the writer hasn't given her a name yet" Greed mumbled quietly.

"Please stop mumbling stuff so we don't hear what you say, just say it loud enough for us to hear, I already heard some of the things you say and it is kinda creepy" Anna ordered.

"And I care how" Greed joked, "well, I think we should finish off what we're doing here."

"I've got one more question for the woman" Ticf said, calmly.

"What is it" the woman wrote on the black-board.

"Well, actually I got two but anyway, what should we call you, and lastly, what happened with your throat" asked Ticf, curious about the woman's past.

"Call me Past, I don't remember my true name and that's what they called me" the woman wrote, "and I don't remember what what happened to my throat due to amnesia."

"That must be shit then" Gordon asked.

"Yep" the woman wrote.

"Lauren, could you please watch over Fiona and Susan, could you watch over Past" Elsa commanded after a fairly long time of silence.

"Yes, your majesty" both female guards said with a bow.

Both of the female guards led the little girl and Past out of the room, taking them both to some bedrooms. The rest of the group finished discussing plans and left for their lunch. What they didn't know was that Past was not telling them the full truth, she may not remember her name but she does remember what happened to her throat. None of the group will as surprised as Ticf when they learn truth.

A/N, Cliff hanger at its worst, I know it was bad. Hope you enjoyed and the next one I know, won't be out tomorrow, it will be out overmorrow (that is actual word but I think I spelt it wrong, it means day after tomorrow). Bye.