You're all going to hate me for this one.

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Frozen-Disney

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"What in the world?!" Kristoff jumped up and pulled both sisters away from where they were standing. Grand Pabbie whirled around to look at the shattered glass, and Rowen took out a handgun from her deep pocket and leaned against the wall by the window, glancing out. She reeled her head back in as an another arrow went through the window, followed by a bullet in the opposite.

"What's going on?!" Anna shrieked, gripping to Kristoff's shirt.

As if to answer her question, there was a sudden roar of seemingly un-gallant men from outside the castle.

"DOWN WITH THE QUEEN!"

"LONG LIVE DUKE WEASELTON!"

"Oh for the love of Mike," Rowen muttered, running over to the group. "Why is the entire male population of Weasleton outside the castle?"

"I don't know!" Elsa screeched, tiny ice crystals shooting from her fingers and shattering on the ground.

"Maybe they're angry about the trade cancellation?" Anna suggested.

"That was over a year ago!" Elsa exclaimed a bit shrilly. She could feel her nerves pricking in her shoulders, chilling her fingertips. Fatigue drug heavily on her un-closable eyelids, and her legs were still tired from pacing the ship to stay awake on the way to Arendelle. Rowen grabbed her arm and squeezed it, drawing her attention.

"Elsa, is it true you can make snowmen?" She asked, her face deadpan.

"Y-Yes." Elsa managed, nodding, wondering of the subject change. Outside, the roars of the charging Weasleton men could be heard. They were trying to break into the castle, screaming about revenge for disgracing their land. Elsa knew that the gates and any other entrance into the castle was braced, and the guards would work mightily to defeat the intruders, but she also knew just how small their defense was.

"Then I think you better conjure some of them and get rid of these bastards." Rowen smartly suggested, gathering surprised looks from Elsa, Anna, Kristoff, and Grand Pabbie.

"I never thought of that..." Elsa said in a sort of mumblish fashion.

"Enough chit-chat, if you can do it, conjure up some soldiers. And move." Rowen pulled Elsa out of the way of an arrow and then dragged her from Anna and Kristoff, into the hall.

"But-Rowen-my sister-"

"Will be fine. She has a human bear protecting her. And a magical rock." Rowen continued dragging Elsa's tired body through the castle until they reached the front doors. Elsa was breathing rapidly, both from exhaustion and fear, frost puffing from her lips. She felt like she was in a sort of daze, almost. She felt slow in mind and body. She felt terrified. And she felt more than glad to have Rowen with her at the moment to tell her what to do to protect her kingdom.

Rowen whirled Elsa around to face her, looking her in the eyes. "You know what it's probably gonna be like out there?"

Elsa paused. A roar of mens voices followed, along with the sounds of firing weapons of various sorts. "Hell."

"Basically. I want you to run out there and bring on the snowmen, big and burly as you can make them. Think you can do that?"

Elsa swallowed and nodded, her mind almost swimming. A whole jumble of things that made a swampy goop were flying through her cranial cavern; the fight outside, her sister back in the library with Kristoff. How the men were outside, where Olaf was. Why she felt like she could immediately trust Rowen to know what she was doing, and whether or not Hans was in or outside the palace when the fighting started. Whether or not he was dead.

"Can you do that?!" Rowen repeated, louder and with more snap in her voice. Elsa would have jumped if the woman's strong hands didn't hold her in place.

"Yes!" Elsa said, clenching her hands. She felt the coolness she was used to in the fingers and palms, chilling her pleasantly unlike the rest of her body.

"Then go!" Rowen gave her a rather-not light shove towards the door, which suddenly burst open, as if by magic. "I'm going to the top of one of the towers to pick off any scroungers." Elsa stared a second, watching Rowen's chest heave and noticing a bit of sweat on her brow.

"Rowen, are you alright?!" Elsa yelled to her as the noise of fighting came in through the door.

"Just go!" Rowen jerked her hand at Elsa. Elsa suddenly was outside, and the doors were closed in front of her. She felt a slight chill-chilly even for her, and a bit painful, run down her spine. When she glanced up at the sky, she could see Arrows and bullets alike bouncing against something. It was nearly transparent, but Elsa spotted what seemed to be some sort of field with a light purple hue. On the walkways that connected the watchtowers of the outer wall were a dozen or so men banging at this flickering field. Now and then one would fall through and start falling. Usually get a shot at a guard, but then would get shot back. Sometimes the field would completely disappear, and a guard or two would fall, and then the field would come back , and a bit farther away from the wall. It the moment that Elsa took to observe this field, she realized why Rowen must be heaving, and immediately set to work.

She stood in the center of the courtyard, the guards looking curious but more focusing on defending the castle and themselves than their queen that obviously had reason to be out there. She melted the ice rink that usually occupied the space-something the guards were certainty thankful for- and then took a stance. She felt a hot-cold surge in her veins, like they were fighting the process, but Elsa pushed on, slowly raising her arms up. A rumbling outside the castle walls foreshadowed the giant walls of snow that soon overbore the castle's defenses. Elsa spun in a circle, sprinkling the snow with sparkling crystal ice, and then followed with a number of quick swipes with her arms. The snow was chopped up into equal blocks and floated. Sweat gathered at Elsa's brow and dripped down her nose and the sides of her face. Every movement that propelled or manipulated ice stung and bit like a poisonous snake. Elsa could feel the blood fighting to kill the beast inside her trying to restrict her, to keep her from going over the edge. In the back of her mind, the possibility of spontaneously turning into a beast worried the young queen. How would she save her kingdom if she couldn't control herself?

Nevertheless, she continued, slicing and waving and mumbling curses that would make her mother faint-courtesy of Hans. The bricks of snow quickly formed into little Marshmallows-to put it basically. Each held a weapon of some sort, and each held the anger, frustration and blood-lust Elsa currently held for the invaders. Elsa raised her fingers, and then dropped them. With that, the snow men fell, barreling down on the Weaselton men, who seemed to let out a simultaneous scream of horror. Elsa's heart pounded in her ears. She swore she could feel her veins straining to carry her blood through her body, and she felt a bit top-heavy.

The flickering violet shield around the castle walls stopped for the moment. Swords clashing could be heard outside the walls, along with warlike cries and screams. Elsa remained in the castle with the guards, none of them breathing very much. They all waited for an arrow to shoot over the wall, or to see a Weaselton man crawl over the wall. None did. Elsa mentally told her soldiers to not kill if possible. She didn't want to initiate a war, especially with Arendelle's lack of warm blooded defense. If anything, she wanted to send a warning.

Over an un-measurable amount of time that could have been hours or minutes, the sounds outside the castle walls diminished to nothing but the occasional pained squall. One brave guard volunteered to check on what was going on and exited through the gates, quickly coming back cheering. As a group they all went out and found that the snowmen had done just as Elsa asked; captured more than killed. Only two bodies lay on the ground, the rest of the men were frozen from the head down. The snow-soldiers all stood at attention. Elsa smiled and congratulated them kindly and then turned to the guards.

"Men, I'd like you to load up these hooligans into some wagons, and take them down to the docks and load them on a ship. Make sure the Duke know's this is a warning, and not an invention to war."

"Yes, Your Majesty." They all bowed unanimously. Elsa smiled and waved her arm, creating a slick belt of ice like she had when she and Hans were on the island, and then left the men to their work. She went inside the courtyard, breathing deeply. She realized just how tired she was when her ankles started shaking and she felt her eyes trying their best to close. She pushed on, smiling when Anna came running out with Kristoff and, a bit surprisingly, Hans. The smiled quickly disappeared when it wasn't returned by her sister or her two companions.

"Anna, what's going o-"

"ELSA, RUN!" Anna screeched, grabbing Elsa's hand. Elsa stumbled forward in confusion, but then it hit her.

Literally.

She felt the bullet pierce through the skin in her back and barrel through the mushy flesh of her insides. It pierced either a heart or a lung; she didn't know, and went straight through her thin chest cavity and towards Anna. Her face twisted in pain as Anna started screaming. She could feel her blood leaking out, but when she looked down there wasn't any blood; only ice. Ice that was quickly spreading over her body as she felt herself tipping backwards. It sped down her torso and towards her legs, which she felt stiffen; freeze. Freeze down to her toes like she was a statue. It sped up towards her chest and she started screaming. She was going to freeze. She was going to be a solid statue in front of the castle forever. It crawled up her flailing arms that stopped flailing as they were frozen in place. It crawled up her neck and chin and into her open mouth. She stared up at Anna's frantically screaming face as tears began to roll out of the corner of her eyes, which quickly froze as the ice crept forward, over her nose, to her eyes. Glazing them in eternal ice.

I'm so sorry, Anna.