Hey, everyone! I'm so sorry for the delay in getting around to updating this story – I decided to FINALLY update a story that I realized that I hadn't updated in MONTHS, plus there are other stories that needed my attention and my life has been pretty occupied lately, but here I finally am :)

Also, I would like to announce that I have over 9K views to this story! Just...WOW! Thank you all so much!

Just remember that Phoenix is Anna and Asphale and Wolve are the two amnesiacs.

We ARE nearing the finish, don't worry!

Anyway, let's get on with it :)

Phoenix raised an eyebrow, surprised at how the man – Kristoff, was it? - was still hanging on. His eyes darted around and finally latched onto her eyes. His were wide and pleading; raw terror radiating from them. His mouth moved, screaming one word.

"Please!"

She raised her right hand and the tsunami wave came tumbling forward at an even greater speed.

Every inch of her felt like it was on fire. The pressure behind her eyes continued to build as Asphale's vision started to become dotted with white spots. Memory after memory began flooding her mind; a constant barrage, never giving her time to recover.

She felt an urge to cry as her eyes locked with the platinum blonde's. She tried to reach out to her, call out to her – her daughter – but it was like the fire within her had dried up not only her tears, but also her voice. She couldn't speak.

Nothing came out.

But she kept her eyes locked with the blonde, trying to convey a message.

Help...me.

Kristoff let out a jarring scream as the wave crashed into him, flooding his mouth and nostrils. His back was slammed into the ground; he was pulled and torn in all directions. It felt many hands were pulling him in every possible direction at once. It felt like something was rammed down on his face, preventing him from breathing. His head started to feel hot.

He catches a glimpse of Anna in the distance, glowing brightly as the flames engulfed her, yet somehow did not touch her.

Black patches began swarming his visions.

I love you, Anna.

Sensing the tsunami coming, Elsa went to the cavern's entrance and, closing her eyes, struck out her hands, causing massive, compact icicles to shoot out exactly three-quarters of the way up the mountain side. The tsunami slammed into the mountain, and the mountain shook and trembled, throwing her onto her back. The spray shot up about a kilometre above the icicle barrier, before coming tumbling back down.

The tribe that directed Elsa up to the mountain floated about in the water, their corpses all still, and some suddenly very bloated.

But all were starting to turn grey.

Grand Pabbie's head thudded as if a million people were hammering down on his head as he came to. What happened? What's going on? The last thing he remembered was calling out to Elsa before...his mind had just been cut off.

There was something very important to tell her...what was it?

Then everything came back.

Ignoring the pain in his head, he closed his eyes and thought of Elsa, bringing up her face. Clearing away everything else in his mind, Pabbie began calling out her name in his mind.

But it wouldn't go through.

It was like there was a barrier there. His words, his thoughts, kept hitting a brick wall.

Oh no...

I'm too late.

Phoenix was impressed. This man is very strong-willed, she noted. With a flick of her wrist, the black hole and the tsunami disappeared. Lowering herself down to the ground, she strode purposely towards the man, intrigued by his inner strength and goodwill that she sensed in him.

He was lying on his front, soaking wet and panting heavily. His breathy was shaky and he sounded like he was on the brink of imminent collapse.

As she approached, he raised his head and looked at her. Strangely, he didn't recoil. Instead he looked at her with remorse and...affection?

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice carrying clearly for miles. "Why are you here?"

The man seemed taken back by her questions and his shoulders seemed to sag as he seemed to reflect on his answer.

W-w-what?

Kristoff scratched his head. He sensed that something...something had changed in Anna's mind. A very subtle shift, but it was there. As her lover, he was certain.

Am I actually getting through to her?

He figured that he might as well answer her. "Someone," and he let out a sigh, "someone I love-Arggghhhh!" His hands clutched his head as he let out a howling screech, agonizing pain and fire seeping through his skull. "Stop! Stop it!" he sobbed/pleaded, his head collapsing heavily to the ground. "Please stop it! ARRGGGHHH!"

"Kristoff."

He screamed again between gritted teeth, clawing at his hair. Words, pictures, prophecies – it was all being dumped at once in him. Inside his brain. Tears streamed down his face.

I can't take it. I can't. Make it stop, please.

"Kristoff, it's me."

Grand Pabbie?

His voice was coming from inside his head.

"This information is important," Pabbie said, sounding like he was carrying a heavy burden.

It..it was all too much to process. I...I can't; can't do this. His hands were shaking as they slowly detached themselves from his head.

"Fix this."

Pabbie?

Pabbie?

Pabbie, are you there?

It was like he was gone, shut the door. He wasn't answering, and, as his terrorized mind realized, he wasn't going to. A hysterical part-laugh, part-bark forced its way out of his mouth. Soon, he threw his head back and began laughing, clutching his sides.

Of course, of course. Just leave him to it, Kristoff can handle this. He-he's a strong man, always has the solution. I can solve this.

Well, I can't, Pabbie! I can't!

Remembering It's instructions, Phoenix stretched out her hands and brown vines covered in little green leaves broke out from underneath the grounds surface and steadily began snaking their way around Kristoff.

Arendelle

Mrs Olsen hobbled across the street with her basket full of freshly-baked bread she had just bought from the bakery nearby; and she smiled as she saw her husband, Mr Olsen, sitting in his rocking chair on their front porch, waiting for her. As she shuffled up the stairs, Mrs Olsen heard a loud screech and her blood froze. Turning around, she saw large, black winged beasts circling in the sky above Arendelle, descending closer with each turn.

Five-year-old boy Oskar reached up on tipsy-toes and opened the front door to find out what all the commotion was about. Clutching his stuffed toy tiger to his side, he stepped out the front and the ground shook, knocking him to the ground.

"Oskar!" his mother called out, running out and scooping him up into her arms. As she stood up, a large shadow fell across their entire street and the earth shook again. Craning his neck, Oskar saw a HUGE giant made out of rock slowly lumbering it's way through Arendelle, a massive wooden club in its hands. "Let's get inside," his mother said and she quickly darted inside, with him still in her arms and shut the door.

Tanya, a single mother and black, bobbed her baby in her arms as she tried to burp him. She had felt the earth shake. Another earthquake, eh? We haven't had one for about a year now. She then heard a snarl from outside and frowned. That's odd, she thought and, holding her baby in the crook of one of her arms, she went over to one of the windows and pulled the curtain back, peeking outside.

A bipedal creature that was hunched over at the front and had arms that were disproportionate with it's legs was carefully and deliberately striding down the street, sniffing the air like it was searching for something. It occasionally stopped and peeked through windows. As it drew closer, she saw that it's fur was black and looked mangled and matted. There were small protrusions on it's scalp, but were mostly covered by fur.

It suddenly leapt at a shut door across the street three doors down. The door splintered as it shot through it. She heard screams and crying.

She then saw some more coming down the street after it, more quickly this time as they sensed the smell of blood.

She quickly drew back and turned and ran into the next room where she knelt down and began rolling back the carpet. She heard snaps and snarls and then jumped and screamed as there was a thud from nearby. Looking behind her, she saw the dark shapes of the creatures through the thin curtain material trying to break down her door, but they were having a harder time as it was made of much more sturdier material than her unfortunate neighbours.

"Shh, it's okay, baby. It's okay," she whispered soothingly as the baby began to get restless. She reached down and, grabbing the handle of the trap door, pulled it up and then quickly began descending the stairs, shutting the door behind her as she went. Once she shut it, she quickly drew the lock, securing the door in place.

Dear God, please let the doors hold.

Up North

Groaning slightly as he came to, Wolve pressed the heel of his palm against his forehead as he opened his eyes. His eyes went wide as he saw his wife, Asphale, being held up in the air by a tentacle of...fire? that penetrated her through the middle of her neck.

"Nooo!" he cried out as he scrambled to his feet and began running towards his wife. Something struck him in the calf and he suddenly found himself flying sideways and hit the far wall.

Huh?

Looking around, he saw a platinum blonde lower her hands and watch him with an icy calculating gaze.

He gasped as the sight of her sent a torrent of memories rushing back to him. As he realized that he was this blonde's father.

"Elsa?"

The Southern Isles

Hans pushed the shovel into the ground and pulled it back up, tossing the horse manure into the already massive pile behind him. He paused and wiped his forehead. Three years of this down. However long I've got left to live to go.

Snap!

Hans froze.

His eyes narrowed.

He turned around.

Nothing.

He shrugged and went back to his task. Probably just a stray animal or one of my high-and-mighty brothers coming back from a horse ri-

His thoughts were cut off by a low growling. Hans blinked in surprise and turned around – albeit more slowly this time – and saw an unusually large wolf on all fours, standing on top of the fence they had around their corral. It was coiled, looking like it was getting ready to pounce – straight onto him. Hans noticed something about its body shape, while covered in thick black fur, didn't look entirely wolf-like. There was something different, something distinctly not wolfish about the shape of its body. Before Hans could figure out what exactly that was, its lips curled back, revealing its teeth as it snarled again, its green eyes locked onto his eyes.

Before he could figure it out, the creature leapt forward.

Up North

Kristoff didn't even care as he absentmindedly noticed the vines wrapping around him. His cracked mind continued to pour over the information that had been unceremoniously dumped inside his brain. The pictures...the words...parts of the prophecies...it all started to piece itself together.

Oh.

Ohhh.

Wolve a.k.a Agnarr staggered back as the memories overwhelmed him. Elsa had cocked her head frowning quizzically at him when he had said her name, but didn't answer and instead turned back to Asphale...I mean, Iduna, Agnarr corrected himself.

But, parts of the memories stuck out more than others. And as he focused on them, he realized they were the answer to stopping all this.

I have to get out of here.

Southern Isles

Skidding around a corner, Hans practically leapt for the stable door, which was thankfully right then open. Its hot breath blasted his neck. Something sharp – its claws, perhaps? - struck him across the back and he screamed in agony as he lurched forward, something warm and sticky streaming down his back.

He unintentionally twisted around as he fell and just before he would have hit the ground, Hans saw its teeth lunging for his throat.

Something grabbed him from behind.

Yanked him inside.

The stable door slammed shut and the bolt quickly slid into place.

And then everything went black.