Super sorry about the delays. I've been having a busy time with school nearing its end. On the bright side, I'm not dead or giving up on this; I'm just busy.
Kristoff watched in horror as Isabella backed Anna into the corner opposite the one Kristoff and Olaf were hiding in. He glanced around desperate to find something- anything- to somehow cause a distraction. He weighed his options.
Throw something at her? He had nothing to throw. Plus, who knows, he might hit Anna. Not only that, but he was also a gentleman. A smelly gentleman, but a gentleman. He didn't want to hurt her if he could avoid it.
Jump out and shout, "Boo?" That seemed like the best option. It might not stop her, but that was all he really could do. He knew he would be able to run up to her and stop her in time to prevent her from...
Kristoff gulped. He almost enacted his plan, but then he glanced at Olaf.
Anna looked terrified at Isabella. She pleaded softly to herself that this was a nightmare, but she could feel the heat from Isabella intensely, too intensely to be a dream.
Isabella looked at Anna in a mixture of disgust, sorrow, excitement, fear, anger... almost every emotion Anna could think of was present in some form on Isabella's face. Granted, Anna was in a bit of a panicked state, so she couldn't think very clearly, but it certainly seemed as though Isabella was conflicted to say the least.
"Come on," Anna started. "You don't have to do this, and I can see it in your face that you don't really want to." Anna pleaded, but Isabella took another step forward, causing Anna to continue her steps as well until her back was to the wall.
"Or, at least part of you doesn't want to." Anna added after she felt the cold wall against her clothed back.
Isabella smirked as she brought her fire-bathed hand above her head and began to throw it forward.
A streak of white flew across the ice palace and landed right on Isabella's hand. By this time, Elsa had recovered slightly from her weakness and, noticing that Anna had a protector, proceeded to help Marshmallow back to his feet.
Isabella had no time to react before to more, slightly smaller, snowballs hit her on her cheek and shoulder. She turned to see where these snowballs were coming from, but that turned out to be a mistake for her as one last snowball, larger than all the rest, plowed itself directly into her gut. The force knocked her into the wall.
She looked down at the snowballs around her and wondered how exactly they had hit her with so much force, but remained intact. Her wondering was answered by Kristoff emerging from behind one of the ice pillars, Olaf's head resting in his arm.
Olaf was darting around looking just as Kristoff was for... something.
"What are we looking for?" Olaf whispered to Kristoff. Olaf was pretty sure Kristoff hadn't heard him.
Olaf, having no clue what he was supposed to do, just looked at a panicking Kristoff and waited for the mountain man to give the snowman orders.
None came.
Instead, Kristoff locked eyes with him for a moment, and then, without warning or asking approval, Kristoff reached at Olaf's midsection and lodged it free from the rest of his body. Kristoff took aim and hurled the snow toward Isabella. He didn't wait to see if it hit its mark, he simply grabbed both of Olaf's feet, which were about the size of average snowballs, and threw those as well. Lastly, Kristoff grabbed Olaf's butt and hurled it as well; he then grabbed Olaf's accessories, his buttons and arms, and placed them on Olaf's head. After that, he cradled Olaf's head and ran into open. He bowled Olaf's head over to the rest of his disassembled body parts and Olaf slowly put himself together again.
By this time, Elsa was back to maybe 80% and Marshmallow was back on his feet as well. Anna ran over to Elsa and hugged her deeply. There was a twinge of jealousy and anger that she went to Elsa before him, but he shrugged it off, realizing that there were much more pressing matters at hand.
Isabella passed burning glares at each of them. Literally. Her Eyes looked as though they had small flames rather than pupils. She jerked her arms quickly and sent a ball of fire hurtling at Anna. Kristoff, who had made his way over to the sisters at this point, tackled Anna to the ground as it passed over them. Elsa was a few feet to the right of them both, so the flame passed by her, an equal distance to her left.
Elsa glanced from the two figures on the floor to Isabella. She saw Isabella about to throw another ball of fire at Kristoff and Anna.
As soon as she did, Elsa threw up a shield of ice all around the two of them.
The fireball hit the dome Elsa had created and melted it slightly, but otherwise it was undamaged. Elsa had expected to feel pain as the ice melted, but none came. The only thing Elsa could piece together was that ice was already formed when Isabella hit it just then, but before her magic was still directly under her influence.
Elsa was brought back into reality by a small light out of the corner of her eyes. She glanced up to see Isabella with a smirk on her face and an eyebrow quirked. Elsa passed a quick glance at Olaf and Marshmallow who were visibly frightened, being creatures made of snow combating a fire-wielder was not something they were comfortable with.
Elsa had enough time to smile softly at them and nod her head, expecting them to run. They did. They ran at Isabella. Marshmallow used Olaf as ammunition just as Kristoff had done.
Elsa used this distraction to will the castle doors open and thrust the dome of ice, containing Kristoff and Anna, outside the palace. Elsa then willed the doors to close and braced for the pain as she shot her perfect ice out and sealed the doors shut.
Isabella heard the noise of what had happened and turned her attention to the door. She gave an impressed sort of look to Elsa.
"Well played." Isabella said to Elsa as she walked slowly toward the door. She pushed on it; struggled to find some way to pull on it; and attempted to burn a hole through it, all of which failed.
"How are you so perfect?" Isabella asked her. "So noble? Despite all that has happened to you?"
"What do you mean? 'How am I not as screwed up as you are?'" Elsa asked her.
"No, I mean, you've had more pain in your life than anyone else I've heard of. I mean, there are some people with sad stories, but most of them didn't ever know anything different. You, on the other hand, knew the perfect life for years and had it all taken from you. How did you not become vengeful when your powers were finally revealed?"
"Love." Elsa said simply.
"Right, the magic thing that keeps magic in check. I need to take that out of the picture, so that I can enjoy a nice winter... forever." Isabella closed her eyes and leaned her head back.
Elsa took that opportunity to form an ice prison around the girl. Isabella looked up at Elsa and sighed.
"You got me," She almost chuckled. "What now?"
"Why do you want winter?!" Elsa was very confused. After Isabella started attacking them with fire, all thoughts of why Isabella would want eternal winter were out of Elsa's mind in favor of surviving the attack.
"I wield the power of fire. As a result of that, I resist cold temperatures as well as warm ones, but consequently, I rarely ever feel cold. I feel so wonderful when I do. I feel the goosebumps on my skin, and I love it. Every other temperature I feel like the sun, but when it's really cold, it feels really nice."
"So you're going to kill Anna, so you can be cold?" Elsa was shocked at the reasoning. This was arguably more selfish than Hans. He wanted the throne, she wanted... to feel cool?
"Not that I didn't enjoy our little heart-to-heart moment," Isabella started sarcastically, "but I'm gonna go kill your sister now."
Isabella easily melted through the ice and ran up the stairs. Elsa followed her as quickly as she could.
When Elsa got to the top of the staircase, she saw Isabella melting through the upper doors of the ice palace. The ones that she had repaired from when the Duke of Weaseltown's guards attacked her.
Isabella passed one last glance to Elsa before running through the doorway and jumping over the similarly-repaired balcony railing. she forced her fire out of her palms and out of her feet. She was actually staying aloft in the air.