The Red Crocus (Chapter 21)
GUEST: to be fair I think I do have an idea of how much of a bitch Vicky can be :-) maybe you'll like this chapter better.
Oh and everyone is in for a surprise at the end of the chapter.
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Oaken sat down at the large table set up in his basement holding two cups of coffee. Across from him Vicky was going over a stack of letters from various countries. The large Finnish man slid one of the cups over to her.
"Since you won't sleep, at least have some of 'Oaken's special blend coffee'."
Victoria placed the cup to her lips and slowly sipped a tiny bit, immediately her eyes widened while her back straightened up in her chair.
"Oaken, what is in this?"
"Oh just a few things from the old country. Herbs, roots, Arabica beans…"
Vicky raised an eyebrow when Oaken said Arabica beans were from the 'old country'.
"…and a fusion of jalapenos, cocaine, and pure caffeine."
Vicky sat the cup back down and went back to the stack of letters in front of her. "Thank you, but I think I'll pass. Oh and be sure to keep this stuff a secret from our Grand Marshal, the last thing we need is an even more hyperactive Anna."
"Ya, this is true."
With a sigh Vicky picked up one of the letters in front of her and broke the wax seal.
"Well let's see what the Kingdom of Drusselstein has for us," The dark haired woman said sarcastically as she glanced at the pile of rejections and apologies from various world leaders before reading aloud.
Dear P.M. Vorstad
While the Kingdom of Drusselstein sympathizes with Arendelle's plight we cannot become entangled with what appears to be an internal conflict. So it is with a heavy heart that we must refuse your request for aid of any type.
Sincerely yours
Archduke Doofenshmirtz
"And that puts us up to ten rejections. So far the only nations that aren't afraid to stand with us against the Baltic Alliance are Corona and The Principality of Genova, and they were only willing to send canned foods and medical supplies. The B.A. has all of Europe scared shitless."
Oaken then sipped his coffee with no apparent side effects "What about Thembria?"
"Ha, they actually tried to join the Alliance and were turned down for being the most incompetent nation on earth. Maybe DunBroch…"
"We don't have time to even contact them much less wait for them to arrive," Anna called out as she walked through a door that was being held open by a young man in a blue uniform with three gold chevrons on his upper arm.
"Why do you say that darling?" Vicky asked as she motioned for her wife to come sit with her.
Anna leaned in and gave her a peck on the lips before sitting down. "I just had a visit from the Jester. Turns out he has been working for Hans for some time, and in his twisted mind he thought it sporting to let me know that the wedding will take place in two days."
"WHAT?" Vicky jumped to her feet. "The supplies from Genova haven't even arrived yet. Hell, Kristoff will just be making it back from Corona by then."
"When is his expected arrival time?" Anna asked as she picked up the steaming cup of coffee and downed it in one gulp. "Hmm… a little weak."
"The day after tomorrow in the mid-morning. Other than the men crewing them, Kristoff alone knows where our ships are anchored. I don't even know the coordinates."
Anna frowned again. "We have seventy five 'ships of the line' with another thirty support vessels. If Kristoff doesn't get back in time… "
"If Kristoff doesn't get back in time we will have lost the war before it ever began," Vicky said as she started to rub Anna's back.
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Two days later.
Gerta placed another pin into Elsa's hair whilst a young maid was on her knees polishing the Queen's white leather slippers. An uniformed observer would say that Elsa looked as radiant as the sun; a display of pure beauty. However they would not notice the complete lack of ice trimmings on her dress and in her hair. Elsa wanted none of her in the dress and could walk down the aisle in a burlap sack for all she cared. The wedding was a farce, while legally she would be wed to Hans, her heart would always belong to a Sami ice harvester who she felt had every right to hate her guts.
Its ok Kristoff, I hate me too.
As Gerta worked on Elsa's hair she saw a silent tear roll down the young woman's cheek. Quickly she dismissed the maid, "Samantha that will be all for now you may leave us."
"Yes Miss Gerta." Samantha gave a deep curtsy and left the room.
Once the girl was gone Gerta pulled Elsa into her chest and gave her a big hug. "It will be ok sweetie."
With the young maid gone and Gerta holding the Queen tightly, Elsa let it all out and cried in to the older woman's shoulder.
"I know, I know dear. No one would want to marry a scum sucker like him."
Gerta then looked around in a cautious sweep of her head making sure that they were truly alone. "Your Majesty, perhaps in a few days Prince Hans could eat something that doesn't agree with him, like hemlock roasted chicken?"
Elsa managed to get a small smile out at that.
Knock, knock
Gerta walked over and cracked the door open and then pulled it all the way open when she saw it was Kai standing at the threshold wearing a coat with tails.
Elsa turned to see her middle aged servant standing before her with his head bowed. "Kai, it is good to see you."
"You look radiant your majesty. I just wanted to tell you that the ceremony will begin within an hour."
"Thank you Kai"
"I also have a request your majesty."
"Whatever it is consider it granted." Kai had faithfully served the royal family for almost thirty years and had never come to Elsa or her late father for special favors.
"If it is not too far above my station, I would like to walk you down the aisle. Sham of a wedding it is. Nonetheless, I could not bear to see my queen walk down the aisle alone."
Elsa's answer was a powerfully tight hug.
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It would have been a grand sight if anyone had been on the water when the flag ship of the Coronan fleet sailed into the wide mouthed but well hidden cove near the Valley of the Living Rock followed by the rest of its battle group. The three masted ship was a Canopus-class destroyer sporting eighty-four canons and was almost two hundred feet long. It was one of the biggest man made structures Kristoff had ever seen, dwarfed only by Arendelle castle and Elsa's ice palace. That line of thinking lead Kristoff to wonder if Elsa could make ships out of ice, though he completely forgot all about it once he saw Sven on the deck of the Republic's own flag ship the Suge Det Hans, a one hundred and thirty foot frigate that had an armament of sixty canons that Anna had renamed herself once it was introduced in to the Republic navy's service.
As Kristoff waved to his oldest friend he could faintly make out the reindeer panting and jumping up and down in excitement. An older man placed his hand on his shoulder. "Colonel Bjorgman I hope that you stay aboard the Verräter was a pleasant one."
Kristoff turned around and smiled when he saw the Coronan Admiral. He had taken a liking to the kindly old seaman and they shared many long winded conversations over meals and a chess board during his two days as a guest aboard the Coronan vessel. "It has been a real privilege sailing on the Verräter Admiral."
The man who was well past sixty smiled. "It's been a pleasure for us as well young man; you are quite good on that lute of yours. This cove is indeed a wonderful spot for a hidden naval base?"
"Yes sir, I often swam here as a child. Very few people, even in Arendelle know of it." Kristoff said as they slowed to around eight knots. He and the Admiral saw around one hundred various ships all trimmed and waiting. One by one the crews of the Republican navy noticed the Coronan fleet and started to wave. As the Verräter closed the gap between the two armadas Kristoff could hear men shouting "Hooray for the Coronans."
Kristoff smiled and offered his hand to the grey haired officer. "Admiral, the Republic of Arendelle greatly apr…"
Kristoff was cut off mid-sentence. When the Admiral shouted "Now" and two large seaman grabbed the ice harvester by the arms.
"Admiral what is this?"
"A double cross son. Fire at will!"
Kristoff looked on in horror as the Coronan fleet fired salvo after salvo at the unsuspecting Republic navy, quickly destroying two thirds of the flotilla before any Arendellian ship could even load their canons. Within the span of a few minutes all of the Republican fleet had been destroyed in the ambush with only three of the Coronan ships sank and a handful suffering minor damage.
A Coronan officer approached the Admiral. "Sir the Republic armada has been destroyed. We have spotted approximately two dozen survivors swimming towards shore. What are you orders?"
"We can't have any survivors reporting this to their superiors. Put the marksmen in long boats and have them take out the survivors."
"NO!"
Kristoff was filled with adrenaline and anger. With a quick shove he pushed one of the sailors restraining him to the deck and spun around to drop the other one with an uppercut to the stomach.
Running towards the admiral screaming, "I'll kill you, you son of a bitch". He made it about ten feet before five more seamen tackled him to the deck.
Looking up Kristoff shouted, "Why?! Why would you do this?"
The Admiral spun around giving Kristoff a hardened and sour look, in complete contrast to the friendly smiles he had been showing the Colonel for the whole trip. "Because you're going to lose, no matter what."
The admiral gave a wave of his hand to the sailors holding Kristoff down. "Oh let him up, by now he's realized that he can't fight his way out."
Kristoff rose to his feet surrounded by Coronan sailors and officers that had pistols, muskets, and swords pointed at him. "Well we'll probably lose now."
"Idealism is great when you are young, but as you grow older you also grow more pragmatic. Son I am sixty- three years old and I will be retiring soon."
Kristoff cocked his head to the side. "And this is how you want to end your career, with an act of cowardice and betrayal?"
The admiral furrowed his brow, "Don't lecture me boy, you are all traitors to your Queen."
"You're one to talk, your orders came directly from Queen Rapunzel." Kristoff would have said more but stopped when he heard the reports from musket fire a few dozen yards from the ship, he cringed when he made the connection that the few surviving Republic sailors were being picked off one by one.
The admiral gave a dismissive gesture. "Queen Rapunzel is an even a bigger fool than you and that bitch Vorstad is. She is living in a fantasy world if she thinks that there is any other option than joining the Baltic Alliance. Yes she is a fool and according to some rumors a sexual deviant."
Kristoff cast his gaze away at the last accusation.
"I will learn from Queen Elsa's mistakes and squash any and all rebellions with brute force when I am King of Corona."
"King of Corona? You're mad!"
"Once Overlord Hans learns about the destruction of the Republican fleet he will be more than happy to reward me with Corona's crown. Oh and I will be handing you over as a personal gift when I swear my fealty to him and the Alliance. I'm sure he will be most pleased with me after that."
He gave the Admiral a condescending look. "Gee, are you going to give him a blow job too?"
Kristoff never heard the Admiral's reply because a rifle butt went across the side of his head.
With a shake of his head the old salt muttered, "Nice kid, but he's going to have to grow up someday" before a mid-level officer ran up to the Admiral and saluted.
"Sir, Lt Commander Unwichtig reporting."
"Go ahead commander."
"The marksmen have killed all twenty-five of the survivors and they are still pursuing…"
After a twenty second pause the Admiral spoke in a stern tone. "Spit it out man."
"A reindeer sir."
"What do you mean a reindeer? Commander you aren't making a lot of sense right now."
"There was a reindeer on one of the ships that has managed to elude the marksmen. They are regrouping and going in for a second pass on my command." The Lt. Commander smiled with pride as he said that.
The Admiral face palmed. They get dumber and dumber every year. "I don't know what's worse. The fact that you are trying to chase down an animal or that trained marksmen who can take out sailors that are trying to hide but they can't seem to hit a damn reindeer."
"Don't worry Admiral that reindeer will never make it back to file a report."
The older officer became really quiet for a moment before speaking again while pointing over the side of the deck. "Commander, do you see that down there?"
Unwichtig grabbed on to the sidewall and leaned himself over. "What am I looking at sir?"
"Your grave." With an impressive amount of speed and strength for a man of his advanced years, the Admiral grabbed the Lt. Cmdr.'s legs and tipped him completely over the side and then fired a round from his side arm into the man's head the moment it broke the surface.
"Call back the marksmen and place Colonel Bjorgman in the brig."Seriously, a fucking reindeer!
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Bulda walked in to her cave's living room carrying a tray of beverages. "Ok I have margaritas for dad and me, and two big glasses of chocolate milk the two of you."
Wilma and Bjorn quickly jumped up from the coloring books and crayons Grand Pabbie had given them and ran to where Bulda was standing.
"Ahh" Bulda said as she raised a finger stopping them.
The two children both placed their hands together and spoke in unison, "thank you Bulda."
"You are both welcome dears," she replied while handing the two kids their glasses.
Bjorn lifted the glass to his lips and started to swallow the cold drink down in earnest. Wilma started to do the same but stopped to look up at Bulda. "When are Mommy and Momma coming for us?"
Bulda pulled the girl in to a hug and stroked her hair. "Your parents love you very much and they will be coming for you soon."
Bjorn seeing his sister in distress thought to distract her. "Bulda, can we play with the Nintendo Wii again."
"Of course dears, it was Kristoff's favorite toy growing up too. Just remember to take turns fairly."
"We will," the little girl said as she and her brother ran out of the room to go play video games.
Sitting next to her father Bulda sipped on her margarita. "Father do you think everything will be ok. I mean what if Anna and Victoria don't return?"
"Then we will raise those two like we did Kristoff."
"I wish we could help."
"You know the rules my child. This is a human matter and we may not interfere."
"I am aware of the ancient law father. I just think that it would be nice if Anna and her wife had a few spells on their side… and maybe a few M1 Abrams tanks to go along with them."
Grande Pabbie chuckled at the mental image of Anna's head sticking out of the hatch of a tank wearing a camouflaged helmet while screaming the word fire at the top of her lungs. "No, we must not interfere, even though we may want to."
"I do understand father, I just don't like it."
The elder troll put his arm around his daughter and kissed her on the top of her head. "I know you do pebble."
Bulda blushed (well if she wasn't made of stone she would have), "Father, I am three hundred and fifty eight years old, I'm not a pebble anymore."
"When you are three thousand and fifty eight years old you will still be my pebble," Grand Pabbie replied with another kiss to the head.
Bulda gave up and shrugged her shoulders and continued to sip her margarita while nuzzling her head into Pabbie's shoulder.
After a few minutes Bulda sat up and told Pabbie that she was going to go take a mid- morning nap. After she was gone Pabbie stood up and took one of the crystals from his neck. No pebble you must not break the covenant. However I am old and I will pay the price. If that dammed alliance wins they would wreak havoc on us all.
Pabbie held the crystal above his head and started to chant, "malfermi pordon al Anna"
Within a few seconds a vortex of green energy started to form while Pabbie contemplated what he was about to do. Bulda I know you will take care of our people.
As the old troll walked through he did not notice two other travelers coming in behind him. Wilma and Bjorn; who had been hiding behind the couch decided to follow him through when they heard their mommy's name.
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The streets of downtown Arendelle City were vacant save for a few of vagrants and winos. Everyone of any sort of noble lineage was at the wedding ceremony for Her Royal Majesty, Queen Elsa and His Supreme Majesty, Overlord Hans, with all of the servants either attending to guests in the castle or the mad house that the entirety of the fjord from its mouth leading in from the sea to the small bay in front of the castle had become. With the combined navies of Wesselton and the Southern Isles, the Baltic Alliance possessed an oceanic force of three hundred and fifteen vessels with two hundred and fifty of them being first rate ships of the line, with over half of those sporting at least one hundred and fifty cannons or more and each warship held a contingent of fifty B.A. Marines.
One of the winos was peeing behind a fountain when he happened to look up and see two horses break over the horizon with the Red Crocus in uniform (sans mask) riding one, with a dark haired woman in a pair of long black pants and matching waist coat who kind of looked like that reporter from the Arendelle times on the other. He wasn't sure, having only seen a black and white daguerreotype that was printed at the top of her column in the paper. The wino rubbed his eyes when he saw a sea of men and women both on horses and foot coming behind them. Some wore the armor and blue uniform of the Republic army while some just the simple clothes they would have worn to work in the fields and forest , the mills and ice camps. Over fifteen hundred people… simple commoners had rallied behind Vicky and Anna, united in one cause, pushing the Alliance off of Arendelle soil to never return. As various as the men and women marching towards the castle gates were, so were their weapons. The uniformed men had sabers and muskets, while some had brought broad swords and crossbows, and a good many carried the tools of their trades to do battle with. Farmers carried pitch forks alongside black smiths that walked with a mighty hammer in each hand.
As the 'army' came within a hundred feet of the castle entrance BA soldiers could be seen filling the court yard on the other side of the wrought iron gate, their orders were to not engage first, but to hold back the rebels by any means. The wedding would go through no matter what.
Vicky steadied her horse. "Ok, at best they will be able to fit four hundred soldiers in to that courtyard. Any more than that and they would be tripping over one another. We have more than three times that amount. Though those are all professional soldiers and we have maybe a hundred and fifty that have seen actual combat.
"I'm not comfortable with you out here like this," Anna said as she looked over to her wife.
"We have discussed this Anna. I will not hide in Oaken's basement while people die for a cause I started."
"Baby you're not a fighter. The Republic needs its prime minister to be safe. I need my wife to be safe."
"I love you Anna. But I started this and I will see it through to the end."
"Can you even shoot?"
"No darling, that's why I brought a shotgun." Vicky then patted the double barreled lupara hanging in a holster on the side of her hip.
Anna rolled her eyes at that while not even addressing the saber hanging on the raven haired woman's other hip. Before she could raise any other points, The Grand Marshal or Mega General as she had instructed people to call her when Vicky wasn't around, noticed a soaking wet Sven running towards them.
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Hans's servant boy entered the room and gave Elsa a quick bow. He then presented a small wooden box to her before leaving.
Once the bride-to-be opened the small box she saw an intricately crafted amulet the size and shape of an egg. It was made from platinum with a marble sized piece of shimmering sapphire with silver wire overlaid in a mesh pattern around the blue gemstone and the 'egg' was connected to a heavy platinum chain.
Gerta leaned in to look at the necklace. "How dreadfully ostentatious."
Elsa raised an eyebrow. "This is the ceremonial wedding amulet worn by Southern Isles royalty. Hans has one with an emerald instead of a sapphire in the center."
"Well my Queen, you could make a length of twine look nice, your beauty will do it better than it deserves," Kai said to Elsa with a comforting smile.
Elsa was blushing and started to tell him to stop but then the organ music began to play giving the young woman and her older servant the cue to enter the chapel.
Kai offered his arm. "Are you ready my queen?"
"No but let's do it any way." Elsa said as she took the offered arm as both started out the door.
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Upon sight of the reindeer Anna raised her hand and shouted "HALT." In almost an instant the semi-organized resistance force complied with their Grand Marshal's order and came to a stop.
Sven came to a stop in front of the two women at the head of the formation.
"Where's Kristoff?" Vicky asked.
"If he's not with Sven then there is something seriously wrong." Sven managed to nod at Anna when she mentioned that.
The Grand Marshal quickly dismounted her horse Sitron and walked over placing her hand on the side of the reindeer's head. "Sven, did Kristoff make it back from Corona?"
The reindeer nodded.
"Is he in danger?"
Another nod
Anna was deeply concerned about Kristoff but she knew there were other matters to address. "Did he bring the Coronan forces with him?"
Sven nodded again then held his head low with a look of sadness. The gesture was not lost on Anna.
"What about our fleet? Is everything ok?"
This time Sven shook his head no.
Vicky then asked, "what's wrong with our fleet?'
Before Anna could tell her to use yes and no questions Sven picked up a rock with his teeth and chucked it in to a nearby fountain.
Both women looked on in silence until Anna blurted out, "Someone threw a rock at them? What the hell Sven that doesn't make any sense."
It was then that Vicky had a horrifying epiphany. "The Republic fleet was sunk?"
Sven looked to Vicky and gave a solid nod.
As Vicky tried to think of a yes or no question to ask Sven, it was Anna's turn to have an epiphany "The Coronans betrayed us."
Another nod.
Vicky looked to the ground in defeat, "So that means we have no navy at all and we will receive no reinforcements."
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The two doors that led into the chapel opened as the organ began to play the wedding march. Elsa walked down the aisle, her arm linked with Kai's. As she stepped in time to the music she sneered as she made eye contact with Hans, who was standing at the alter wearing the dress uniform of a Southern Isles Crown Prince with the ceremonial wedding amulet and a golden cornet on his head that he would soon be replacing with Arendelle's crown.
Once she and Kai arrived at the alter Hans whispered just loud enough for her to hear, "You had your portly old servant walk you down the aisle? Even for you that's pathetic."
"Hans you couldn't be half the man he is, even if you tried," The Queen retorted in the same quiet whisper.
"So when this little bullshit ceremony is done with I'm going to slam you so hard that you won't even remember that peasant ice harvester's name."
"It's Kristoff; I'll shout it every time you put your millimeter peter inside me"
"It's not small damn you. It's perfectly normal in si…
"Dearly beloved" the bishop said in a stern voice, having had just about enough of Hans and Elsa's whispered bickering.
"We are gathered here today to witness the holy and blessed union between His Supreme Majesty, Overlord Hans Westergaurd and Her Royal Majesty, Queen Elsa Aren. If anyone should have a cause to object to this union let them speak now or forever hold their peace."
The chapel was as quiet as it could possible get as the bishop paused in his speech.
"Let them speak NOW or forever hold their peace."
The clergyman paused again.
"Seriously now is the time to object."
"Get on with it," Hans said in an irritated whisper shout.
With a shake of his head the bishop continued.
"Overlord Hans, do you take Queen Elsa to be your lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold, for richer or poorer, and in sickness and health, till death do you part?"
Hans smiled deviously "As long as she puts out."
All of the assembled nobles both local and foreign, laughed and commented to themselves about how clever the soon to be king was.
"Yes, I do."
Elsa would not let this humiliation show on her face.
The bishop gave Elsa a look of pity. "Queen Elsa, do you take Overlord Hans to be your lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold, for richer or poorer, and in sickness and health, till death do you part?"
Briefly Elsa closed her eyes and pictured her and Kristoff dancing in the forest to that strange music and feeling complete as he held her in his strong arms. When she opened her eyes again they were dry, Elsa had simply ran out of tears. She took the memory of the love she had shared with her ice master and placed it in a box that would be hidden away inside her forever. Arendelle was all that mattered now. With her head high she answered.
"I do"
"By the power invested in me by…
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"On top of not having any reinforcements the B.A. just gained a new ally." Anna said as she walked back to where Vicky was standing. "Vicky, do you think you can lead the assault on the castle, I'll go handle the B.A. Navy."
"Anna! Even you can't destroy three… no now four hundred warships by yourself!"
The redhead grinned. "Watch me. Come on Sven," Anna said as she jumped on to the reindeer's back. "Sitron return to the stables." Anna ignored the stream of complaints and pulled Vicky in for a passionate kiss that received hoots and hollers from the assembled army.
Realizing that logic, begging and even ordering would do her no good Vicky resigned herself to the situation. "Come back to me safe and sound. You have a family that loves and needs you."
Anna gave a mock salute and then rode off on Sven towards the fjord.
Once Anna was out of sight Prime Minister Vorstad of the First Arendelle Republic looked out on to the whole of the resistance force before her.
Holy shit, I'm a journalist not a general. What the hell do I do now? Damn it Anna you're supposed to do this part, not run off on a suicide mission and leave me to rally the troops."
Vicky could have done a lot of things at that moment. She could have lied and told her Colonels and Majors that everything was fine and to push on. She could have placed one of the former Royal Army officers in charge of the attack (which might have been the smart thing to do) or she could just hightail it the hell out of there (while cowardly also a smart move).
However
Vicky thought about her insane, beautiful, and courageous wife and decided to do what she would have done.
"Everyone pay attention!"
All eyes and ears were on her.
"Corona has betrayed us. The reinforcements that we were expecting have just sided with the Alliance and have only strengthened their numbers. I will not lie to you, this just went from hard, to nigh fucking impossible in an instant. We may very well loose this day. Even if we take the castle, the enemy has over five times our numbers waiting in the fjord to come take it back. So yea this seems pretty grim."
A low murmur started to wash its way through the ranks.
Vicky straightened her back and put on an expression of sheer determination while thinking, don't pee your pants, don't pee your pants, before she continued.
"So no one could blame you for turning around and going home. Thing is though as bleak as things appear, the alternative is even more so. If we don't make our stand now, we will become slaves in our own native land! Our children and our children's children will share this fate! Well I would rather die free than live another second under Hans's insane tyranny!"
The army started to shout affirmations and a few started to chant "Vorstad" repeatedly.
"Long ago, on the other side of the world a man once said 'give me liberty or give me death'. Well I say it's time to deliver that same ultimatum to the Alliance! Now who's coming with me?"
The conglomeration of laborers, farmers, fishermen and former royal soldiers came from different walks of life, but at that moment they all roared in unison as one voice that cried 'no more'.
Vicky turned her horse to face the castle gates that stood only a few yards in front of her. With one swift motion she withdrew her saber and held it high above her head while holding her horse's reins in her free hand and screaming at the top of her lungs.
"ATTACK!"
Don't pee your pants, don't pee your pants…
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"…the Kingdom of Arendelle and God I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Elsa held her breath and reluctantly leaned in to kiss her new husband when Hans quickly shoved the bishop to the ground and forcefully grabbed Elsa by the arm and to the shock of everyone in the chapel, began to loudly chant a magic spell in an almost shout.
"KOLEKTI LA POTENCON DE TIU SORCISTINO KAJ ALPORTU AL MI!"
Once Hans completed the spell both of their amulets started to glow blue and green respectively and in and instant the chapel was filled with a roaring wind and the screams of commoner servants and noble guests alike as a beam of blue light formed between the two amulets.
Elsa tried to pull away from her husband but his grip was amplified by the amulet's magic. Even if she could have broken away it would not have mattered as she hit the floor screaming in pain. The young woman thought that her soul itself was being ripped apart and torn away from her.
And then as quickly as it had begun, the lights and wind suddenly vanished. Elsa looked up from the floor to Hans who was now different. His hair was the same color as hers and tendrils of blue energy combined with snowflakes emanated from his hands while he laughed in triumph.
The gusts of wind had knocked a decorative mirror from the wall and landed against a table leg in front of Elsa who screamed in horror when she saw her reflection in it. Her hair was a rich chestnut brown that blended well with her now ruddy complexion. Deep down she already knew but Elsa felt more despair than she had thought possible when she extended her hand and nothing came out.
Hans had stolen her powers.
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Authors Note: the language Grande Pabbie and Hans recite spells in is Esperanto in case you were curious
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