"Be careful when you get there, Anna. I don't want you to hurt yourself for his sake," said Kristoff as he gave her a final hug.
"How hard could it be to avoid a few guards? I'll be back before you know it," Anna said as she forced a smile onto her face in an attempt to mask her fear.
"Just be safe, Anna. Don't do anything crazy," said Elsa as she gave her Anna her own embrace.
"When have I done anything crazy?" asked Anna with a smile. She gave Elsa a squeeze, then stepped back and focused on all the memories and thoughts of Estelle that she'd gleaned from Lord Derek, intermingling them with shadow magic and the desire to move, just as she'd done when she gone to the North Mountain.
It took more effort than the first time she'd mysted, but she could sense the trail that she had to follow. She zoomed along through the woods at first, intent on not leaving a trail that could be followed, but that ended when she mysted through a tree on accident.
She hadn't meant to hit it but she'd been distracted by a doe watching over her fawns and plowed right into it but instead of bouncing off of it or being otherwise repelled by the tree's own substance Anna disintegrated the tree upon impact. She could feel it break apart around her and when she took a glance back she could see it turn to vapor.
Anna, meanwhile, felt as though she'd just sprinted from the highest tower in the castle all the way to the gates so she decided that it would be for the best to stay above the tree line. The folks from Weasel Town might see her but better that than exhaust herself before she could get to Lord Derek's daughter.
On the plus side the trail to Estelle grew a bit brighter once she went above the tree line and so she was able to snake along after it easier. The trail would curve and dip on occasion, but generally it would pop up a little ways later. As she went on she grew more adept at finding the path. When Anna realized that the path was leading back to Arendelle she tried to just zip there and then try to find the path again. To her shock the instant she veered away from Estelle's path she found that it took an exponentially larger amount of effort to even remain in mist form, much less move towards Arendelle.
As she passed over Arendelle Anna felt more tired than she'd ever been before but she pushed herself forward, known that she'd never go on if she stopped now. She caught a glimpse of Captain Wells as he spoke to one of Lord Derek's other men but she was sure that he didn't see her. At least, she hoped so.
Things became once she started travelling over the sea. The trail didn't change course much as it followed the wind and currents. Just keep going, just keep going, just keep going Anna told herself over and over. It's not that far, I'll be there in the blink of an eye. She tried to dip below the waves to see if that would help her go faster but it was like hitting a stone wall, so that was a onetime experiment.
After another hour of concentrated travel, Anna found herself soaring into the capitol city of Weasel Town. This time there were any number of overt witch hunters who paused when they saw her soaring by but she ignored them. Maybe they'll just be too shocked to do anything Anna thought to herself as she followed Lord Derek's trail to an estate on near the edge of the city.
She shattered a few doors as she followed the trail up to Estelle's chambers, stopping just outside her door so that Estelle wouldn't panic at the city of her. When she found that Estelle's door was locked she just sighed and phased through it as well, blasting it to bits in the process.
Anna hadn't gotten a good view of Estelle any of the times she'd ever viewed her so she paused before making another move. Estelle wasn't a teenage beauty or anything like it. She was a dark haired young child with brilliant emerald green eyes. Her room was painted green and was filled with plants of every kind.
"Daddy?" Mumbled Estelle as she heard the door explode. She didn't shoot out of bed at the sound, content instead to just roll back to sleep. Lord Derek must've had an interesting home life.
"No, dear, it's a friend of daddy's," said Anna as she knelt next to the bed.
Estelle opened a dreary eye and gave a hopeful smile. "Mommy? Daddy said you'd gone away."
Anna's heart broke a little at that. "Yes, I'm back. You need to come with me now, though. Daddy's in trouble."
Estelle nodded. "Ok. Will we fly? I have dreams of flying with you," she said, settling into Anna's arms as she picked her up.
"Of course my dear," said Anna as the girl fell back asleep. She didn't want to have to fight or convince the girl to travel with a stranger, true, but it made her feel wretched lying to her like this.
Anna, with Estelle sleeping once again in her arms, walked to the window. She couldn't feel Lord Derek's path now that she had Estelle with her so she focused on Kristoff. The sky lit up with a path that lead to him and so Anna focused on it and tried to mist home.
It was much harder now that she was carrying Estelle as well. It took her a few minutes to gather the mists around her and flow out the window and even then it was much slower going than it was before.
The simple straight path lead back into the city, so she followed it there. That was a mistake. The witch hunters in the city had indeed noticed her passing so when she passed by again, going as fast as she could while minding the sleeping girl in her arms, the witch hunters were ready for her.
It seemed that each building had a weapon mounted onto it and they all were locked on her path. They fired little blazing balls of light that would explode when they got close enough to Anna, uncomfortable to be sure but not painful. That is, until they started to hit her.
A few hit her and detonated and it felt as though her insides were being ripped apart. She knew that the first one only missed Estelle by chance so afterwards Anna bent and twisted her body so that any possible balls of light that were fired at her wouldn't hit the girl.
This made her flight pattern rather erratic so it was harder to hit her for a while. Once they started loading the big guns, though, they didn't need to be accurate. Each near miss felt as though it was ripping off parts of her flesh. When the occasional ball of light actually did hit her it was as if her insides were on fire, but she pushed on nevertheless. After all, it wasn't just her life at stake anymore.
It got worse after she entered the harbor. When she'd first flown through she just thought it was full of lighthouses. She now knew that while they might be lighthouses as well, they were also without a doubt more firing cannons, these ones much bigger than the ones in the city. Their bombs lit up the sky as they ripped out chunks of flesh from Anna's spectral form. She was lucky none of them hit her since she knew that it would have been game over if they had.
Nevertheless, once she began to cross the sea she knew the damage had been done. She felt as though her lungs were on fire and every part of her body burned with pain but still she pushed on. She waivered and crashed into the ocean a couple times and the sting gave her just enough of a push to keep going, but only just.
Her hopes increased when she saw Arendelle again and she threw what caution she had left to the wind as she forced her body back towards the trolls and Kristoff.
Which was why she never saw Captain Wells' shot coming. It blindsided her and she nearly careened into the castle, but still she limped on. The shot had, once again, missed Estelle but it had gone straight into Anna's heart. She could feel her life blood flow away and vanish in the wind as she limped onwards towards Kristoff.
A couple times she almost dropped Estelle because of the pain, but she did her best to carry her as she travelled, swallowing the pain as she did so.
When she got close to the Kristoff and Grand Pabbie she finally saw Shadow again. He leapt up to her and she passed off Estelle to him in an attempt to keep at least her safe. Once Estelle was safe in his arms, though, she gave up and her last thoughts were At least someone will be saved as she slammed into the ground at Kristoff's feet.
