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The Ice Queen.
Elsa's soldiers talked and laughed amongst themselves in rough and menacing voices. They took no notice of the terrified village folk as they huddled together in the main square, the familiar fountains surrounding them, once producing calm and gentle waters that sprouted into the sky now carried a warning of danger. The territorial marks of which were associated with the southern isles were now frozen stiff. Frozen into sharp and terrifying shapes which loomed aggressively over the townsfolk.
Suddenly, silence fell, the only sounds remaining being the horse's hooves as they stamped the ground or the chilling cry of a child amongst the people.
A magnificent white stallion was walking obediently toward the prisoners. He rolled his head, mouthing the bit. A tall and blonde-haired woman sat in the saddle. She was dressed in blue armour and her unsettling, sharp blue eyes flashed in the darkening light.
She breathed out a sigh of what seemed to be boredom as she studied the captives frustrated. Her horse stamped the ground as she swung easily out of the saddle, walking toward them menacingly with her hands by her side.
The atmosphere changed distinctively when she walked toward them, and the prisoners began to breathe smoke as the temperature lowered dramatically.
"So" The infamous ice queen began. The voice was sharp and the kind that demanded respect from everyone. "Please, can someone tell me why the southern isles have not given your generous Ice Queen the supplies and food your pathetic state owe me?"
No one spoke for a long moment, before a low voice cried out near the back. "We've given you all we have!" murmurs rose among the villagers as they turned to one of the elders who had spoken. "Please, leave us alone!" He continued desperately and Elsa's eyes chilled to an inhuman ice. In a mere second he was brought out in front of her, arms being held by two men on either side.
She interlaced her hands at her stomach. "General Hans. Release him."
The taller of the two men let go and gave a small nod of his head in a show of respect. He was followed by the other general as Elsa walked up to him, a bored expression on her face. "I have given the southern isles long enough to prepare for my visit here." Elsa said loudly, taking a step closer to the older man. "And everyone knows what happens to those who don't obey me."
The crowds eyes widened in feared fascination as shards of ragged ice came up around the man's body, covering and holding him in place. With a flick of her hand the ice travelled further in a ring of death around his quivering neck. Elsa smiled wickedly as her hand rose to give the final blow.
"Leave him alone!"
The woman's dangerous glare darted to the voice that had come from the crowd. A village girl stood there, scowling at the ice queen, hands balled into fists at her side. Elsa's eyes narrowed with faint amusement as the young girl's height probably only reached her chin. She was probably in her late teens, with dark auburn hair and eyes that flashed with green.
Elsa's eyes narrowed like silver flint as the corners of her lips were tugged into a smirk. "Bring that one to me."
Hans nodded and called for general Marshall to help him, but the girl brushed off their rough hands in annoyance and took a daring step closer to the ice queen. Elsa's amusement grew as she abandoned the man in the ice and walked towards her, almost gently. She studied the younger girls expression with professional eyes and a heavy tension hung in the air.
"You know" Elsa said wickedly as she took a final step closer toward her, mere inches between them. The young girls eyes remained as still and as focused as possible, adrenaline still shooting through her body.
"I can hear your heart-beat from here."
The redhead blinked, eyes dipping down slightly in troubled innocence. The tension between them was magnetic and even the villagers who had began to call the young girls name were completely silent.
The redhead swallowed as Elsa studied her eyes. Demand for justice and kindness had brought the girl up here to face her. Reckless stupidity and a lack of knowledge had caused her to stay. Did the girl not realise what she was capable of? How much she was feared? Damned martyr.
Elsa's eyes snapped up to the generals. "Hans, Marshall. Take all the captives and destroy this village. You should be able to get a small price for them." Elsa scrunched up her nose with distaste. "Not very hard-working though."
Cries were issued from the villagers as the guards moved in on them.
"Anna!" A blonde man, tall in height and definite in strength and power began to push through the guards. Elsa watched with boredom as Anna rushed to him, but the guards held her back with unbeatable force. "Kristoff!" She cried sadly reaching out her hand to grab the rugged man's outstretched one.
Elsa had seen enough and began to walk toward her obedient horse.
"Hans. The girl comes with me" she called over her shoulder. There were immediate pleas of mercy from the villagers but Anna turned deathly silent,
Hans grabbed onto Anna's elbow and pulled the squirming girl toward the queen's horse. He shackled the young girls hands without speaking and handed the other end of the chain to Elsa.
"Be quick Hans. I want this village off the map before sunrise."She pushed her mount onto the path that would eventually lead to her Castle- Arendelle. With a whimpering Anna being tugged on the chain behind her. Twelve mounted soldiers followed the ice queen in her wake.
The queen and her soldiers rode until the full moon had climbed high into the sky. Cold evening winds had settled and a bitter cold surrounded them, although the soldiers would never admit it to their queen, the cold was beginning to get too much for them. Shivering, they gripped their reins harder and pushed their mounts forward into the night.
The Ice Queen turned her head to look at the prisoner. Anna's head was down, in an attempt to keep the wind from her face. The shackles that were around her wrist were bundled at her chest and her ankle length green skirt was torn and dirty.
Elsa's eyes furrowed, she took in the state of her soldiers and decided what needed to be done. She was a fair queen after all.
She turned her stallion to face her men. "We will find a place to camp for the night." Elsa ignored the sounds of quiet relief as she pointed her finger to a forest in the distance. "The trees will give us shelter, we ride there now."
Elsa turned her glance back to the younger girl who was shivering uncontrollably. "Anna?" Elsa said with a note of hesitation in her voice. She had heard that blonde man refer to her using her name. The pale girl lifted her head slowly and was met with inhuman icy eyes. "Get on the horse" Elsa said stiffly, giving the chain a small tug. The redhead shook her head defiantly. "No. I'm not coming anywhere near you," tears welling up in her innocent eyes. "I want to go back home." Elsa grimaced, well aware the temperature was dropping by the second.
"You'll freeze if you don't get on this horse." Elsa said more softly, giving Anna a bigger tug so she was by Elsa's stirrup. "Last chance, or I leave." Elsa remarked coldly, well awake that her soldiers were watching them both intently.
Anna shivered with the cold. The last few hours of walking without any breaks had left her exhausted, cold and starving. She gave a faint nod and moved closer to Elsa's horse. The beast snorted as he felt the younger girl get up onto the saddle, and pawed at the ground impatiently.
Anna was in front of Elsa on the horse and she flinched when surprisingly soft arms were placed either side of her waist allowing Elsa to steer her horse to the forest.
Anna mumbled something inaudible for the older girl to be able to hear. It was all too much. Her adrenaline had ran out and she was well past the stage of being able to keep her eyes open. Closing her eyes, she let sleep overcome her.
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