Elsa

My feet meander aimless, and all I know is that I have to get away, have to get away, have to get away. Pain is all I know, coursing through my veins, flooding my vision, and ringing in my ears. It threatens to suffocate me, and rip what I know to shreds.

At least, rip whatever's still in tact that is.

Ice courses through me equal to the pain, my insides are empty and numb. The cold swirls without and within, and I don't know how much of it is my doing.

I don't know where I've landed, only that the air is slightly warmer than that of Jotunheim. My feet stumble over unknown rocks, and darkness surrounds me, invades my very being.

Monster. The word echoes in my mind, tearing at the very fabric of my being. When I was a child, I remember my grandfather showing me drawings of monsters and beasts. Whether it be a Saxon monster such as Grendel, or one of his Norse beasts, such as Fenrir. A small part of my brain pauses momentarily in thought. Wasn't Fenrir supposedly one of Loki's children? Am I sister to a beast?

The thought is immediately extinguished as I realize it doesn't matter. Nothing does anymore. Loki made it clear how he views me. I don't know how I deluded myself into thinking that he actually cared about me. That he could care about me. I should've seen it the first day we met, his disgust, his hatred.

I catch on a sharp rock, and tumble to the ground in disgrace. A blast of ice emits from within, but I'm too exhausted to stop it, or even care. The only thing I can hear is the sounds of my sobs and heavy breathing.

"Are you alright?"

The soft voice startles me, and I stand up immediately, a blast of ice shooting into the general vicinity of the voice. In the dim lighting, I see a figure dodge out of the way, before scowling and placing their hands on their hips. "Well that was rude," Her voice is scolding.

"Who are you?" I try to sound strong, although I know I'm not. I think I hear the girl mutter something under her breath with an eyeroll, before a bright light suddenly illuminates beside her out of no where. I blink several times.

"Well, I'm Princess Eilonwy, daughter of Angharad, daughter of Regat of the Royal House of Llyr. But who might you be?" In the light I can see her long blonde hair and curious brown eyes and as she stares at me.

My brow crinkles as I try to pronounce her name. "Eilonwy?"

She rolls her eyes. "No silly, that's me, and I know very well who I am, thank you very much. But what I don't know is who you are. Oh, please don't tell me you're dull too. I have my hands full enough with Taran as it is."

I blink as I pull myself together, processing her words. I shake my head minutely. "No, sorry. My name is Elsa, Queen of Arrendelle."

"Arrendelle? What a funny name! Is it a place? I've never heard of it before, certainly not here in Prydain."

"Prydain?" I question. "Where is that?"

"Here of course!" She scoffs again. "You really don't know very much, do you?"

My eyes are finally adjusting to the light. "I mean, what realm am I on? I don't recall there being a Prydain on Earth, so what is this place, Nilfheim? Are you a dwarf?"

She merely laughs at my attempt at figuring things out. "No silly, Doli's our dwarf. And as for what Realm we're on, I'm afriad I don't have an answer for that. How did you come to be in Prydain though? We don't have visiters other than the Mad Titan, and he only comes to see Arawn in Annuvin."

The names click in place. "Annuvin as in the Underworld of Welsh Mythology?" I find myself gaping. Eilonwy crinkles her brow.

"It's not really an Underworld, more of a place, just North of here through the Forest of Idris actually."

My mind whirs with the information. Then again, if Loki and Thor can be real, why can't characters from Welsh Mythology. I rack my brain for a name until one comes to me. "Gwydion?"

Eilonwy looks surprised at that one. "You know Prince Gwydion?"

I shake my head. Scrounging for an excuse. "No, but I've heard of him."

Eilonwy rolls her eyes again at that. "Figures. I hope you aren't obsessed with him too. He's all Taran can ever talk about. Gwydion this, Gwydion that. I wouldn't be surprised if that's what he's doing this very moment, and he's forgotten completely about me!"

To my surprise, she looks near tears as she finishes her rant, crossing her arms bitterly. I eye her cautiously.

"Is he a friend of yours?"

To my surprise, Eilonwy sits down on a large rock. Not complaining, I mime her actions.

"Of sorts," She answers vaguely, suddenly interested in her shoes. I notice the light around her dim ever so slightly. "I like him as so much more than that, but he's rather dense. I thought perhaps he would've returned my feelings after last summer when he rescued me on my home Island of Mona, but rather he up and left claiming he had to look for his lineage while leaving me to be educated there! It was quite rude of him, and if I find out he's been having grand adventures without me I shall be quite cross," She exclaims. "I was actually venturing back to Caer Dallben to see him."

I finally can't take it any more, as I watch her light suddenly move without her touching it. "What is that?"

Her sadness disperses for momentary confusion, until she sees me staring at the light. She laughs lightly. "Oh. That's my bauble." She states as though there's nothing else to explain. I let the question drop.

A moment of sadness passes between us, before I hesitantly reach out to grab her hand, tkaing care not to accidently freeze it. She looks at me with a hint of sadness, and I offer her a small smile. "I'm sure Taran has a good explanation for his actions. And I bet he hasn't forgotten about for even a moment since he left."

"Truly?" She questions, looking vulnerable for the first time since I've met her. I smile more firmly.

"Definitely."

At that she smiles, but it only last for a second as I hear a horn go off in the distance. Judging from Eilonwy's wide eyes, she heard it too.

"The Death Lord," She whispers, blood draining from her face. "We must run, split up. We'll have a better chance of escaping if we do that."

"Death Lord?" I question, standing up, albeit much more slowly than Eilonwy, not understanding her sudden panic. She doesn't respond, merely picking up the skirts of her dress.

"Stay out of the shadows, and don't run North. It was a pleasure to meet you, Elsa Queen of Arrendelle. Perhaps we shall meet again one day. Now go. Go!"

Her words of warning suddenly disappear, along with her light as she breaks out into a run, disappearing into what looks like a swamp. Not go North? I don't even know where I am, let alone directional navigation here! I stay stock still for a moment more, before another horn finally bolts me into action.

I pick up my skirt and run into what looks like a thick wood, hoping that I won't run into any trees. But my body is more than tired, and I hardly make it a hundred feet before something grabs onto my arms, and pulls me skyward.

I scream and ice explodes all around me. Whatever has a grip on me falters, but by then we're already so high that I'm the one holding onto it. I pray to God that it's not a dragon that's pecked me off, but when I look up, it appears to be even worse. Some sort of demon bird which I'm sure is going to haunt my nightmares for the next millenia.

My mind attempts to tug at an energy string, to transport me else where. But it requires too much effort, and I just can't. Eilonwy's previous words float through my mind. North of here, through the forest of Idris actually. Perhaps running into the woods hadn't been my smartest idea.

I don't know how long I stay in the beasts clutches for. Hours? Minutes? But all of a sudden, I'm dropped. I can't even cushion my landing with some snow it happens so fast. The ground is hard against my body, contorting my joints awkwardly. A groan of pain emits from me when I finally come to a halt.

"And what have you brought me this time?" A voice that chills my blood asks. A moment passes, but when it speaks again, it's almost in surprise. "The Trickster's youngest offspring? My my, His Lordship shall be pleased. Tie her up."

I feel something suddenly manhandle my boyd, tugging my arms behind my back as a chaffing rope secures them in place. I open my eyes to try and see the stranger. "Who are you?" My words are slightly slurred.

A deep chuckle. "I am Arawn, Death Lord. And welcome to Annuvin."

That explains why he gives me the creeps. But I still can't help my confusion that rivals with my fear. "I though Hela ruled death?"

He snarls something ferocious. "An imposter, a fake. I am the rightful ruler of Death, before Odin came and put her in my place. Now I'm forced to answer to her, to send my souls to her cursed realm."

"Rightful ruler of Death?" A new voice questions as a new figure strolls into the room. At his presence, Arawn quakes in his boots, for lack of a better term.

"My Lordship," He all but grovels. "I meant second only to you. And to prove that," His voice sounds a little too eager, "I've brought you a present. A child of the Trickster who got away, Loki."

At Loki's name, my head snaps up. The other figure seems amused. "That is rather fortunate. Perhaps I was wise in sparring your life after all, Arawn," He turns to me, walking close enough until I can smell his breath, and make out the strange purple tinge to his skin when he smiles. "I will have fun with you."

I can't swallow my fear. "Who are you?"

"How rude of me," He claps his hand on my shoulder, and I can feel him wrapping us in the energy used for teleportation. Right before we fall into the void, his smile imprints itself into my brain. "I am Thanos. But you may call me the Mad Titan."

So sorry, meant to post this yesterday, but I ended up watching Teen Beach Movie instead, lol. Anyways, dun, dun, dun! Thanos officially has Elsa in his grasp! What do you guys think will happen? Nothing good, obviously...

Also, as some of you may have noticed, I decided to tie in elements of Lloyd Alexander's Chronichles of Prydain. An incredible series, if you haven't read it. It fit nicely with what I wanted to do, so I thought I'd throw it it.

Also, IceDynamiteDragonflyStar: No, you are not the only one who thinks that, lol! Most of the votes have leant towards Thomas/Elsa, but when I started this fic, I actually fully intended on having Elsa get together with Thorgrim. Don't know how I managed to change it so drastically though.

Crazily Enough, we're drawing close to the end of this fic! Only about four more chapters and an epilogue to go!

See you soon!