Hi everyone! I would just like to apologize to all my loyal readers about the enormous gap and delay in the story! To be completely transparent, I wasn't ok. I went through a breakup with my fiancee midst this pandemic, and it took me a while to settle in and figure out what I was doing. I went through a bought of depression that killed my inspiration. But I think my headspace is finally cleared, and I'm happy to bring Keahi and Elsa back to you all!

"We can't hold it much longer. Is everyone evacuated?" Grand Pabbie asked, wincing as the shield began to break. The Draugar's hands slipped through the cracks in the shields. Wildly clawing aimlessly at the air as they attempted to slash at anything.

Elsa took in a large gulp of air, trying to steady the hammering of her heart as she looked over the shield and tried to figure out her next course of action. "We have a few left but the soldiers assisted them to the castle and closed the gates." She never thought she'd say that again.

Grand Pabbie breathed hard, his body wheezing and the other trolls starting to stagger.

Her fingers coiled as an icy mist started around them. Rushing in front of Grand Pabbie, she erected her shoulders back and took a deep breath. She needed to make a wall of ice big enough to keep the Draugar at bay.

Summoning all of her strength, she shot out a powerful stream of ice that caused her to move back. One troll ran and grabbed her leg, another steadying her other.

The ground crumbled and shook under the massive glacial wall that rose under her power. Her hands trembled, her arms wobbled, and her body waned as she put out as much as she could. The wall started around Arendelle and while it was a good height, she just hoped it was enough.

The screeches and groans echoed from the other side. Through the thickness of the ice, shadows wavered and horrible nails against metal sounded as they clawed at the ice.

Elsa stumbled back, falling to her knees and taking in large mouthfuls of air. The trolls gathered around, all whispering as Grand Pabbie and to rest a tired hand on her back.

When she looked up, she watched the tired, weary look in his eyes. They helped each other up, Gale flittered around Elsa and the trolls. A few green leaves scattered in Gales torrent of air as she wrapped herself around Elsa to help her stand.

Pushing a strand of hair from her eyes, she squared her shoulders back, looking at her massive ice creation as it stood strong along the borders of Arendelle.

"Did you honestly think that measly little thing would keep my army back?" A haunting voice drifted through the field.

A cold chill that had nothing to do with the ice floated around the area.

The clawing of the creatures on the other side stopped. Everything fell quiet, the sound was haunting and unnerving. Elsa shifted uneasily and looked around.

"I created the ice of Nifelheim, do you think your goodie two shoes love inspired ice could be as cold as death itself?"

It sounded as if the voice brushed directly in her ear. Her hand flew to ear as if Hel whispered to her there.

A splinter racked the front of the wall, a large crack started at the bottom and rocketed to the top. Other cracking started around the city as black ice crawled in veins through the brilliant blue of her own ice.

Still weak, Elsa grunted as she tried to fight back the black ice with her own. But her spray of magic started to glitch and stutter as her strength waned.

The ground shook, and large pieces of ice fell from the top and crashed to the ground. Fear caused her mind to blank, it was the hand of one of the trolls to hers that snapped her out of it. "Can all of the trolls fall back to the castle where the remaining citizens are? And protect the castle at all costs."

The trolls blinked and looked to Grand Pabbie who gave a gentle nod of his head. He turned to Elsa and gave a tired sigh. "Be careful. She will try to get in your head. The minute she finds your weakness is the second she injects her darkness."

Elsa swallowed hard and gave a barely visible nod as another troll helped Grand Pabbie and the other back to the castle.

A hand clasped her shoulders. "Are you ready?"

She couldn't believe her ears as she turned and gawked at Hans. She truly believed he would have fled by now. "I'm surprised you're still here and on our side."

"That's a little hurtful," Hans replied as he pulled his sword from his sheath.

Elsa took two steps away and eyed him.

He looked down at his sword and cleared his throat, "Don't worry, I plan on aiming my sword at those things." He pointed the tip towards the steadily crumbling ice.

Elsa said nothing as she looked on, wide-eyed, and frustrated that she couldn't do anything. If she used any more of her magic now, she wouldn't be able to fight.

Black ice bled into the center of the wall where it looked like ink, crackling, and popping until it exploded and projected black ice particles outward. The particles suspended in the air, rune symbols for darkness on each and every one of them.

Groans erupted through the settling dust as silhouettes of the Draugar staggered through the massive opening.

Elsa squared her shoulder, ice speckling at her fingertips. "From the graves they come," she whispered, remembering an old child's nursery rhythm.

"And to the graves they return." Hans finished as he pointed the tip of his sword at the screeching dead that flicked through the opening.

Elsa nodded, bending her knees to be ready to fight. "And to the graves they return." She repeated.