Hey, everybody, sorry for the delay - I've been occupied with finishing another story and other shit. Anyway, here's the next chapter!


Up North

Everything became darker.

Kristoff couldn't breathe.

He could feel his insides being crushed.

Grand Pabbie's words came back to him. Fix this. Tears pricked his eyes. I'm sorry. I can't. I can't. He focused on Anna's face as she continued to tighten her grip. He tried to move his mouth and all that came out was a strangled gasp.

Squeezing his eyes shut in determination, he opened his mouth and the words came out.

"I love you."

She continued as if nothing had happened.

"I love you, Anna. I really do. No matter what. It's okay. This is not your fault."


Agnarr was just about to reach the exit, when he looked back again - and nearly screamed in terror when he saw Elsa standing just a few feet behind him, staring straight at him.

A small smile appeared on her face.

Then whatever had his wife in its clutches let out a blood-freezing screech.


Suddenly, Kristoff dropped to the ground.

Air came rushing back...

He heard someone gasping...

He rolled over onto his side and saw Anna's eyes darting around as she began to recoil into herself, hands shaking, tears streaming down her face...

She had reverted back to her normal appearance.

Her eyes met his.

"GO!" she screamed, pointing up at the very spot that he was supposed to go to.

Not having much of a choice, Kristoff turned and ran.


It dropped Iduna, roaring in agony. It's left 'side' was burning, almost paralyzed.

Anna...Anna must have broken free...

But that was impossible!

It then noticed Kristoff running up the mountain - and It quickly realised why.

Kill Agnarr, It ordered Elsa. And then Kristoff.


The Southern Isles

Hans, now much more calm, turned toward the person who still had a hand over his mouth. Hans removed the hand. "Thank you, mister...?"

"Sheru," the young man - probably only fifteen or sixteen - introduced himself. Ah. Hans recognized the name - it was that newcomer that Hans' parents had bought to work in the fields with Hans and all their other slaves and workers.

THUD!

CRRRAAACCCKKK!

Hans screamed as a large crack formed in the door from just below the top ridge of the door to just above the bottom rim of the door, in a jig-jagged line down the middle.

It would talk only one more bump for that door to fly off.

And there was no other way out.


Arendelle

The creatures' heads all shot up, ears on alert, as they heard a baby's scream.

From underneath the floorboards.

Digging their claws into the wood, they began to curl their claws backwards, digging the wood back.


Up North

Agnarr barely saw the stream of ice shooting toward him.

He twisted around and dove out of the way, the ice slicing across his shoulder. He gritted his teeth as he fell heavily on his injured shoulder, using his momentum and adrenaline to roll forward onto his feet as he began to rush toward the exit.

Suddenly, something blasted his feet and he slammed into his face.

Something clinked as it flew through the exit and down the staircase.

Oh no...

The flute.


Looking up as he ran, Kristoff saw MASSIVE icicles sticking out the side of the mountain as he drew nearer.

One was sticking out directly in the middle of the path he was on.

There was one on both sides of it.

There was a small gap in between each of those nearest three.

Hopefully just enough for him to squeeze through and keep going to the top...in nine minutes.


Arendelle

People tumbled backwards and screamed as the rock giant's foot slammed right into the middle of the human's assault group. Lifting it's now bloodied foot, the giant swung it's gigantic wooden club straight through several nearby buildings and then down on the scattering humans.


The Southern Isles

"We've got to warn His Majesty!" someone practically screamed as they saw the strange wolfish creature pawing at the ground, coiling backwards for the final push.

Hans whirled around and slapped the person across the mouth - hard.

"Don't you see!?" Hans furiously whispered. "There is no way to warn them!"

The door suddenly burst off of it's hinges and there was a blur of black shooting through it.

Suddenly other parts of the wall around the place exploded as other creatures - some the same as the wolf thing and others more scaly and others somewhat humanish in their outline, but completely naked - burst through the walls and surrounded the group.

Oh, hell.


Up North

Elsa drew her hands back, snow and ice starting to swirl around and around, a small tornado brewing in the very palms of her hands.


Squeezing his way past the icicles, Kristoff continued running about the steps, now much closer to his destination.

Something flew out of the cave near him and went flying through the air.

A flute.

He jumped up, straining to reach out. It was almost like his body had a mind of its own - he had absolutely no control.

The flute crashed into his open palm and he dropped to the ground and continued running, more urgently than before.

He then remembered some of the things when Pabbie gave him an information dump earlier.

He then clutched the flute tighter.

He needed it to succeed.


Pulling herself together, Anna clenched her fists and stood up. Closing her eyes, she saw Elsa about to kill...

Father!

Something rose up inside of her, ripping through every organ and cell of her body. A pressure built inside of her head and suddenly she let out a horrified and confused scream.


Elsa was about to unleash her concentrated blast upon the man when suddenly she found herself falling...falling...falling...through the rock.

Then she started spinning round and round in all directions. She tried to use her magic to stop it, but her ice and snow would only come out in tiny bursts and evaporate.

A voice started whispering in her ear as a black blur began to draw nearer to her.

"A sacrifice must be made..." kept repeating inside of her mind.

The black blur began to take on the form of a...a person.

"Free your spirit..."


It's "chest" heaved.

Whatever Kristoff had done to free Anna had left him practically paralyzed on one "side". He could no longer control Anna - and now Elsa was now vulnerable.

It then saw Kristoff nearing the top of the mountain, the very spot that, if Kristoff reached in the next five minutes, and did it...It would be over.

Evaporated.

It instantly transported itself to that very spot. All Kristoff would see would be a sudden gathering of dark clouds and lightning and rain.

Before It killed him.