"Suit yourself," Anna replied, sighing before plastering a fairly convincing smile back on her face and walking briskly from the room. She was in charge now; she had to at least be seen as being confident, even if she was far from it. But, unlike a smile, confidence was hard to feign when she felt so low and unoptimistic—but she tried anyway, walking down the corridors with her head held high.

For once, she didn't even stumble.

"Advanced training starts at one o'clock this afternoon, so please be here then." Anna paused in her speech as she looked out across the gathered crowd of men, not quite sure what to say next. "Umm... So that's all. Don't forget, one o'clock!"

Quickly turning, Anna hurried back inside before she could make even more of a fool of herself than she had already done, knowing that her speech skills had already let her down. Caught up in her thoughts, pondering whether it might have actually been beneficial to have written a speech, she didn't even notice the man stood before her as she crashed into him.

"Woah!" Kristoff's gasp was loud as he spun around, then grinning as he steadied his stumbling wife. "Careful there, feisty pants."

Anna gave a small squeak and looked away, blushing.

"Good speech, by the way."

Anna giggled. "Really?" She replied, raising her eyebrow and laughing at Kristoff's uncertain nod. "Hey, I don't care. I know I'm awful at speeches. You don't need to lie. What were you doing outside the door, by the way. Were you spying on me?"

"What will you do if I say I was?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing." Anna said, smiling sweetly—a little too sweetly. "But of course, if I do nothing, we can't have any fun, eh?" She winked cheekily as she stepped closer, eyes glinting as she looked up at him.

"You little minx," he teased. "Okay, I was spying. What now?"

Anna grinned, softly kissing Kristoff on the cheek before slamming her elbow into his side. "Tag!"

Running off laughing, Kristoff groaned as he doubled over. Quickly recovering from the initial shock, however, he quickly grinned and stood tall, running after her.

It was no coincidence that the game finished when Anna reached their bedroom—and Kristoff's reward for catching her was not hard to guess, either.

A low, pained moan sounded through the still, dank air of the cell. It echoed around, replayed over and over, gradually growing quieter and quieter with each repeat.

What do they want with me? Odd thought for what must have been the millionth time, his hands curled into fists. I can't be of any use to them now. Dagvin's dead; they don't need me to give them anymore answers.

He clenched his fists tighter, felt his blood boiling hot in the freezing cold room. His constant frustration and anger were the only thing that kept him alive, he was sure. His irate thoughts were the only things he had to focus on; without them, he would no doubt have slipped away.

I can't believe I couldn't resist. I could have killed Elsa, or Anna or Kristoff. Or little Mia, if they've found her yet.

Odd moaned again, his whole body feeling like lead. By now he'd lost all sensation in arms which were tied behind his back, holding up all of his weight; it was by nothing more than a miracle that they had not yet dislocated. His eyes were blindfolded, and breathing was difficult in the atrocious air which both burned his throat and tore it to pieces with every breath. It was only made even worse by the position he was held in; with so much weight pulling down on his rib cage, taking a breath was evil.

A small creak sounded from the doorway, and though he hated himself for it, Odd felt his heart beat a tiny bit faster, relieved. He knew what came when someone came into the cell—he'd be let down for just a few minutes, enough time to keep him alive.

He hated being so dependant.

He bit back a sigh as he felt the ropes being held together tightly and then slashed. His legs, resting gently on a small wooden block, gave way at the extra weight; smashing onto the cold stone floor, he could only gasp as a new pain, sharper and more immediate, raced through his side. But equally he couldn't help but relish in the feeling of breathing freely again, blood rushing through his veins as his hands were tied behind his back.

The familiar sound of a metal plate being placed upon the rock sounded, and Odd felt a surge of relief when the guard pulled his blindfold off. The Danish man then took off—to return in just a few minutes, no doubt.

Odd shuffled over to the plate and began to eat awkwardly, his eyes blazing at the thought of havign to eat like a dog; with his hands tied behind his back still, he had no other choice. And, as he ate, his thoughts wandered back to his wife and family.

That intruder had better not have hurt them, he thought savagely, a thought striking him as he ate quickly—a thought he, surprisingly, had never had before, his entire body too weak normally to really think. But today, he'd been let down earlier than usual; he wasn't quite so broken. What if he raped her?

The wheels in mind began to turn quickly, his anger suddenly building. Clenching his fists harder than he ever had before, blood trickled down his wrists as he looked about the cave, his eyes landing on one particularly rough section of wall. Then clambering to his feet, he stumbled forwards before beginning to grate the rope up against it, feeling the freedom of his arms releasing soon after.

Standing up straight, Odd pulled his arms forward painfully and stretched, gritting his teeth. An amazing sense of power coursed through his body that he hadn't felt in a long time.

He was not going to let himself fall back under the Southern Isles' control again.

Firstly, thank you to everyone who offered an idea for a legend, and I will be incorporating one of them later on somehow, don't fret!

Next, I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed the last chapter - I read a couple during the week at camp when I could get a sneak peek on the internet, and it really brightened my mood, so thank you! I hope this chapter, with the presence of Odd, made up for the fact that I haven't updated for a week.

Anyway, for a challenge, let's talk about Elsa's baby shall we?

What do you want to see happen with the baby - will it be a single child or multiple children? Will it have powers, or not? What gender(s)? And anything else you can think of.

I'd like to hear your thoughts, so please leave a comment along with a review!

Thanks again, and remember, if anyone wants to make some art, or anything else, for this then please do! Just make sure to ask first, I'll probably say yes anyway, but it's always best to check.

Thanks,

-SG