Oh my lord, I am so bogged down in so much unnecessary work, and I still haven't actually accepted any college. But I was able to type this chapter up real fast. Sorry it's taken so long, I really am trying. Thanks to all those who've stuck around all this time, it means a lot. Anyway, please review, follow and favorite.

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Elsa:

Being part of a sneak attack, I didn't expect much of a hostile reception. But I expected something. When Damien and I docked our ship in Arendelle there wasn't even a small groups of guards waiting for us. Of course, that didn't change Damien's suspicion. He jumped the railing of the ship on to the pier with his sword drawn, a two and a half foot, curved, red steel scimitar.

I still hadn't decided exactly how I felt about Damien. He seemed nice enough, he had mostly left her alone during the trip, instead focusing on keeping up the ship's enchantments and directing them to Arendelle. He didn't even make a comment when I repeatedly found a reason to sleep anywhere other than their bedroom, although I noticed that he got progressively more grumpy because of that.

But I had a job to do, Arendelle was under the control of an evil king. I could settle my marital hesitations after the people of Arendelle were liberated. I hopped over the railing of the ship after Damien, and created a razor-sharp ice sword.

I walked carefully from the docks to the main streets of the city, while Damien walked confidently as if he wasn't even concerned about being attacked. Eventually, we both made it to the main town square, where a single man was standing perfectly still, waiting. He had a thin black mustache that matched his slicked back black hair. He had dark brown eyes sunk deep into his head, with dark circles underneath them and popped out red veins in the white part of his eyes.

"Neil!" Damien called, a wolfish smile spreading across his face. "Tell me everything's going to plan."

"Perfectly, sire." Neil said, oddly stiffly, with no emotion and no visible change on his face. "James is no longer in Arendelle. I have incited a small revolt, and we have taken the castle."

"Taken the castle?" I asked, suddenly worried. The whole reason I had agreed to attack the country was to protect its citizens, and why I agreed to freeze the country over. Revolts were dangerous, no matter how small. "Was anyone hurt?"

Neil didn't respond, he didn't even react to my question. Damien glanced towards me. "Any casualties?"

"No, Your Highness. A few injured. Nothing life-threatening." Neil reported.

"Where is the royal family?" Damien questioned.

Damien hadn't mentioned a family. "James is quickly approaching the northern border of the country. The rest of the royal family managed to escape just before we took the castle. They've managed to evade detection so far. And I've sent a team of loyal soldiers to intercept James and his small group of heroes."

"And the rest of the heroes?" Damien asked, putting an inflection on "heroes" to make it sound like an insult.

"Scattered," Neil said. "But I've sent messages to the bordering nations, telling them to look out for the fugitives."

"Excellent," Damien said, "Take us to the castle."

Much too stiffly for my liking, Neil turned on his heel and started walking down a street. Damien started after him, I hesitated, but followed after. As we walked through the streets, I noticed something strange; there was no one walking around, no one looking out of their windows, no one in sight. It felt an awful lot like the emptiness in the Southern Isles.

"Where are all the people?" I asked.

Again, Neil didn't answer, he just kept walking, leading us through the city. Damien answered my question instead, "All the people have been moved to somewhere warm, to keep them safe while you freeze the country."

That should have assured me, but I still had a small doubt about the plan. I just couldn't figure out what I was doubting. The plan was a good one. While on the ship, Damien had further explained his plan. He had gotten letters from messenger hawks reporting that a legion of troops evacuated from the Southern Isles had regrouped and were prepared to help defend Arendelle. Those troops were waiting on a dozen ships few miles off-shore.

We finally arrived at a small stone bridge spanning a fjord, across the bridge stood the castle. It was a small castle compared to the one in the Southern Isles, and not very impressive either. It had a thick wall with a dozen guard towers and a set of heavy iron and wood doors. The main castle was tall, with many towers but besides that, it had no considerable defenses or special "tyrannical king" features, such as statues or golden pillars. It seemed like a normal, small-country castle.

"We're here," Damien said with a smile. "It's almost time. Neil, assist with the arrival of the troops."

Neil bowed, then marched back towards the docks. Damien and I started across the bridge, toward the large pair of doors closing off the wall. Damien raised a hand, pointing his palm at the doors, a flash of red light and a loud boom later and the doors were reduced to a pair of smoking hinges and debris laying around the courtyard.

We walked across the courtyard to the doors closing off the castle and Damien did away with them the same way he did the castle gates.

Damien walked purposely through the newly formed hole in the door and started off down a seemingly random hallway. Instead of following him immediately, like I should have, I looked around the entryway to the castle. Paintings and colorful tapestries hung on the wall, all depicting some sort of scene of beauty or courage. Windows along the exterior wall let in natural light, warming the browns and reds of the wall's paint.

Everything felt warm, cozy, not at all like what I had pictured James' castle to be. And what was worse, it felt strangely familiar. As if I had known the castle before, but there was a slight change.

Before I could figure out why the building felt familiar, Damien called out, "Elsa, are you coming or not?"

I took one last look around me before continuing to follow Damien. We walked through the castle, all decorated similarly to the entryway, up a few flights up stairs and opened a door to the top of the center tower. It was a small wooden deck under the conic top, with a polished wooden guard rail around the edge. From the tower, I could see the whole city and a large part of the forest around the city.

"Alright, here we are," Damien said, excitement apparent in his voice. He spread his arms, "Shall we?"

I looked over the city, the Southern Isles ships had managed to unload their troops and gotten to safer waters. I sighed, despite how abandoned the city looked and knowing that freezing it over was going to help keep James at bay outside the city to protect the citizens, I still didn't feel very comfortable freezing it.

It's for the greater good, I told myself. I raised my arms over the city. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath focusing my thoughts, and building up the energy inside of me. The pressure built behind my eyes and in my chest as the magic gained more and more strength. Finally I opened my eyes, and light blue magic burst from my hands, spraying out over the city and beyond. Ice crackled and snapped, snow appeared out of nowhere and blanketed the area, snow clouds built up over the city and started swirling in the sky letting out a perpetual wave of snow.

When I closed my hands, the blue magic died away leaving Arendelle frozen to the core. The roads were not only slicked with ice, but covered with deep snow. The snow storm over the city churned, spilling limitless amounts of snow onto the city without need of my magic. And the fjord, along with the docks were frozen solid, denying any access by ship.

Damien looked out to the horizon, where a small wave of blue magic still surged over the land, spreading my magic further than I intended. He laughed, a little more harsh than I expected it to be. "It appears to be that you've frozen over the whole country this time!"

"This time?" I asked. "What do you mean?"

"Uh-" Damien said, suddenly at a loss for words. "I mean...I had run through this scenario in my head so long, and you've surpassed all of my expectations."

"Mmhmm." I looked out over the now frozen lands. "I just hope this works as you planned it to."

"Don't worry," Damien said, hands on the railing. "The snow will slow him, and we will meet him when he is weak and tired. We'll have dethroned James in no time."

The sun set behind the mountain range as I thought about when James finally arrived in Arendelle, and how Damien and I will finally free this land of its tyrant.