WARNING: THIS CHAPTER HAS NO ELSANNA OR CEILILY! FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS CHAPTER, BUT I PROMISE YOU THAT YOU WILL BE CONFUSED LATER ON IF YOU DO!


"Deliberately disobeying orders, sneaking off military base, leaving the Southern Isles, and the assault and battery of two people who have a restraining order on you; good, God, Frost, what's gotten into you?" A man yelled angrily. He had grey hair and a surprisingly muscular build for a man who appeared to be in his late forties to early fifties.

"Rourke, that is quite enough," another man barked. "What I want to know is how we're going to keep those damn girls from suing us? There is no way we could win in court. We lost the last case horribly. This is going to be even worse!"

"Silence!" Arrow demanded. The rest of the men and women sitting in the room quieted down. He stared down at the white haired, kneeling man handcuffed to the floor in a full grey prison uniform.

"Rogen Frost, you are being charged with going AWOL, and the assault and battery of Ceili and Elsa Winter-Wolf."

"Frost," Rogen stated firmly.

"I beg your pardon?" Arrow asked confusingly.

"My daughters' last names are Frost," Rogen repeated.

"According to these files, your daughters changed their last names to Winter-Wolf after Ceili took custody of Elsa," Rourke explained as he shuffled through the files in front of him. "Therefore, no, their last names definitely are not Frost. It would seem that they definitely favored their mother over you, Rogen."

Rogen tensed momentarily but kept his eyes glued to the floor. More precisely, he kept them focused on the steel plate that kept him shackled to the linoleum tiles. "They disowned me," he thought.

"How does the jury find the defendant?" Arrow asked.

"They stripped me of my title as a father, and as a soldier."

"Guilty," the other members stated in unison.

"I loved them as much as I could and they just tossed me aside like trash."

"What is the decided punishment?"

"Sure, I haven't been the best father, but I do love them. I love them both dearly. Elsa, my baby girl, my perfect little Sugar Frosted Icicle, you're truly a graceful little angel. The spitting image of your mother in both physical appearance and demeanor, and Ceili…"

"The council has decided that the accused will be locked away in a high security institution and sedated for the remainder of his life," one woman explained. "If he shows violence after that, then he will be put into a chemical induced coma. The law states that we cannot kill him, but we can make him wish he was dead."

Rogen felt himself start to stiffen at the thought of his eldest daughter. "She's the perfect mixture of Aela and I, but damn am I going to have to beat some of those traits she got from me out of her before she's truly ready. Those eyes, those gorgeous, bright, blood red eyes are still filled with defiance. I'll make sure that they are as compliant as her mother's by the time I'm done with her.

"Only then will she be perfect. Maybe then I could breed her properly, possibly even give Elsa someone to reproduce with too. Just because she doesn't show the Frost traits as well as Ceili doesn't mean she doesn't have them in her somewhere. Who should I give the honor of producing the perfect children to? No one in this platoon, that's for sure. They're all just a bunch of dogs."

"Very well, then it is decided," Arrow confirmed. He gazed down at Rogen with harsh, cold eyes. "Do you have any last words, Frost?"

Rogen straightened his back and glowered at his higher ranking officers with muddy, blood red eyes filled with contempt. They were the only things that held any life in his face besides the bright red scratches left by Elsa and Ceili's dogs. "My little girls look just like their mother."

Arrow sighed heavily and raised his gavel. "I am sorry, old friend."

"So am I," Rogen replied.

One by one the higher ranked officers fell from their seats. Blood spurted from their chests and heads as silenced bullets filled the room so thick that it looked like a swarm of flies. The wooden table and chairs splintered as the tapestries shredded like cheese. Rogen merely watched the carnage with bored eyes as the bullets whizzed past his head so close that he had felt the gentle caress of a small breeze caused by a passing cartridge.

Once the officers were all lying in pools of their own blood, a small squad of five men wearing black and holding silenced rifles stormed the room. Four of them checked the corpses while one made his way to Rogen. "Sorry for the wait, Sir," he apologized.

"Do not worry about it, Lieutenant," Rogen replied indifferently. "Just get me out of these damn cuffs. My wrists are chaffing."

"Yes, Sir!" The man affirmed and picked the locks on Rogen's shackles. He shrugged off the small pack he was carrying and took out a pair of black military pants, boots, and long sleeved shirt. "Here, Sir, I figured you would want to change into something more comfortable than prisoner's clothes."

Rogen took the new outfit and began stripping. "Thank you. Now go make sure the others do a good job checking those bodies, you idiot. I may trust your mental capabilities more than theirs, but that isn't really saying much."

"Sir," one of the other men announced, "we still have a survivor!"

An irritated growl reverberated from Rogen's throat as he finished dressing. "Can't you imbeciles do anything right?" He stomped over to where the single survivor of the barrage of bullets lay in a pool of his own blood and quirked an eyebrow.

"Oh, Mr. Arrow, why am I not surprised that you would be the one man who survived? Crafty old goat, you sure live by your reputation as a rock that can withstand anything." Rogen pulled the pistol out of one of his subordinate's holster. "It's a shame that the military is going to be losing that said trait."

Arrow coughed up blood and glowered at the white haired man standing over him. "Rogen….what is the meaning of this? What…what are you going to do?"

"I only want one thing," Rogen explained as he loaded the chamber of the silenced pistol. "All I want are my daughters, and you guys are getting in the way. Try not to take it too hard. You should have known that I was planning this ever since I was locked away. My acting skills are just better than your judgment."

He turned the barrel of the gun to his superior officer's head. A flash of remorse illuminated his eyes before they returned to their cold, red hue. "I am sorry, old friend."

The sound of a single gunshot cracked through the air. Rogen stared at his commanding officer's dead eyes with no regret and turned to the small group of followers he had. One of the men crept up to him and cleared his throat.

"Sir, what do we do now?"

Rogen glanced at the man out of the corner of his eye. "We continue with the plan. I wanted to be in Arendelle by this time yesterday! You all have your orders, now get moving!"

The small group of men scattered like cockroaches as they secured an exit. Rogen turned his attention back to Arrow's dead body and chuckled darkly. "Perhaps now I can explain what happened back then, eh, old friend?"


Hello Dears! Sorry for the super short chapter that has no Elsa, Anna, Ceili, or Lily whatsoever, but I've been on vacation and have not had any motivation to write. I'm taking a risk with this chapter because of the lack of characters that you all want to see, so please be nice if you decide to leave a review. I don't want to have to deal with any "This sucks!" comments.