*ignores the angry screaming*

Hello dearies!

This was something I wrote a long while ago while helping my bestie do research and story boarding for an Original story. She's heavily fascinated by King Arthur and really loves the show Merlin. So I took what I learned and mixed it with my love for Tomb Raider and time travel shenanigans and threw this up! (Not all forms of poisons should be mixed like alcohol for instance)

Not really sure where I'm going with this but the possibilities are endless!

Enjoy!

Legends of the Snow Queen had been milling around for centuries. Some places it turned into myth and others it just died out. As centuries passed it became one of those legends that people mostly forgot. In favor of remembering something like King Arthur.

Though these two legends were eerily similar. Except that this one has its sword stuck in the queen rather than a rock and was in Norway rather than England.

"I still don't understand why you believe this legend and not the one about Arthur."

"Because this one is a hell of a lot more recent and the Queen had actually existed. There are documents signed by her found at other castles and their historians all found a description of her that match others, so I'm more inclined to believe this than something that originated in the 12th century about a person in the 5th and 6th century!"

"But the one about Arthur is so much more interesting and more is known about his life!"

"Because someone wrote a story book ya nit wit! No one gives history much thought until you throw in some magic and drama."

"But this one has magic and a death that sounds very bizarre. Why did it get lost?"

"Probably because it was a woman and she was very successful. Men hated that back then, probably accused her of being a witch and such, hence the sword impaling her to her throne."

"But wouldn't her subjects have mourned her death and given her a proper burial?"

"That's the thing! The story stops there! No one knows what happened after and people couldn't reach the castle."

"Why not?"

"Look for yourself because we're here."

The harsh winds the two people just emerged from seemed like a gentle breeze for the sight that lay before them. A full blown blizzard had the distant castle structure surrounded. The only way was forward over a stone bridge that was busy crumbling.

"You want us to go through that? We'll most likely die!" The male figure shouted as he pulled his jacket tighter. He already felt like a bloated penguin and somehow the cold was seeping through like he was in a shirt and shorts!

"Come on! Where is your sense of adventure?" The female asks as she grins from under all her own gear.

"It's trumped by my will to live! Who do you think you are? Lara fucking Croft?" He hisses.

"Oh please she claims she's an archaeologist, but she destroys every discovery she makes!" She laughs.

"It's fiction and she's not the one destroying things the bad guys are!" He grumbles, but his partner seems to have gotten bored with the conversation. Nothing new there, little to nothing held her attention for long. She was a doer not a listener.

The female scuffed around in the snow in front of the bridge before grabbing her climbing axe and slamming it down on the ground. The male figure watched as the female made a secure grip for an anchor to hold their rope.

"Well you seem to know what you're doing," he says and stands by to help.

"I've done my homework and I learned what not to do from those that have failed," she shrugs before making another one a little ways away from the original. An anchor for the anchor, well one can never be too careful.

"How do you suppose we keep from being blown away?" He asks and she just smiles up to him before standing.

"Luck!" She chirps.

"Something of which you have a stupid amount of," he grumbles.

"Look there is a perfectly good portion to walk over," she points out. He narrows his eyes and desperately tries to see through the blizzard. Sure enough there was a small portion of the bridge still intact. He guesses no wider than his foot, this is going to go so well.

"I tell you what. I'll go across and secure the line and then you can follow," she smiles to him and he nods in agreement.

"Scared-y cat," she whispers under her breath before tightening the rope around her. He watched, seconds away from a heart attack, as she made her way into the blizzard. The line following her was swaying and sometimes it pulled tight before slacking.

It was the longest ten minutes of his life.

Once the rope was tight and nothing happened for a good few seconds he decided that it was now or never. The snow storm was pretty bad though, he had to stop and catch his balance a few times, but once on solid ground again he was amazed that the storm seemed to be limited to only the bridge area.

"Dumb luck strikes again!" She shouts and starts walking up to the massive gates that seemed to be in pristine condition.

"Weird, from the few areal views we've seen, the place looked like a heap of rocks," he hums as he looks over the other parts of the front of the castle.

"Fascinating, it's like from the outside we see it in our time, its crumbled and broken from years of neglect but up close, it's like it was built yesterday," she smiles before pushing on the doors.

"Um, why not use the little one here?" He asks as he walks to the door shape in the large gates.

"Oh hush, I've always wanted to open the big castle ones, but this will do," she pouts before opening the door and walking through. Once beyond the doors and now in the castle court yard proper their breaths hitched. It was like time stood still. There had been a battle it seems. People stood covered in ice, frozen mid battle. Snowflakes were suspended in the air.

"Eugene, take some photos!" The woman hissed and the man fumbled with a camera before snapping away.

"These don't look like statues," he breaths as he gets a close up on one of the ice people.

"No, they're too perfect," she said and started walking to the castles entrance. Eugene followed and they both awed at how the castle looked so pristine. No signs of deterioration or even dust. It really did look like everything got frozen at that point in time.

Eugene kept snapping pictures as he followed the female to the throne room. Once inside he nearly dropped the camera at the sight. More statues post battle all in a frozen shout and looking at the main focus of the room.

One statue was impaled by a large ice spike but beyond that was a female figure impaled by a sword. Unlike everything that looked frozen, she looked very much human and the sword was still very much new. As new as a jet black sword with near glowing blue runes can look that is.

Eugene watched as his partner walked up to the throne like she was in some trance. He frowned and tilted his head as she looked to the sword before rushing to her as she gripped the handle. Before he could reach her she pulled the sword and once it was out of the Queen all the suspended snowflakes erupted outwards, sending both sprawling over the floor.

Both figures groaned and managed to stand back up. They were however met with swords and they pressed their backs against one another. One of the guards smacked the black sword out the woman's hands before pressing the blade to her, luckily covered, throat.

"Hvem er du?"

Both explorers gazed up to the Queen from their sides. She sounded menacing but they could see the rise and fall of her chest and the fear in her eyes.

"What did she say?" Eugene asked as he whispered to his partner.

"It's Norwegian, she asked who we are," she replies. The look of confusion crossed the Queen eyes, even in some of the soldiers.

"Vi kommer i fred," she said and they relaxed a little.

"What?" Eugene asked and he could practically feel her roll her eyes at him.

"Let me do the talking," she almost hissed.

"Jeg spør igjen, hvem er du?" The queen sounded a little angry now.

"I think we should bow down and remove the face gear," she said as she started slowly dropping to her knee. Eugene followed suit as the guards made their swords follow their movements.

"Mitt navn er Anna, dette er min medarbeider Eugene," Anna said as they removed their hats and goggles.

"Søster?" The Queen asked in a shaky voice. Anna frowned and blinked as she looked up. The Queen had a hand over her mouth as tears gathered in her eyes.

"Okay even I understood that one. Did she just call you her sister?" Eugene whispers and Anna only nods.

"I don't remember her having a sister, there isn't that much on Arendelle. It's one of the many kingdoms dotting Norway and some of those kingdoms we only know the names of," Anna said before clearing her throat as the Queen stepped closer.

Ice blue eyes searched her teal ones, before looking at the rest of her. A frown working its way on the Queens face. She shook her head and ordered her men to step down. They looked to one another briefly before stepping back, but their stature remained tight. Ready if trouble arises.

"I don't understand, it's been five years. How did you survive?" The queen says as she holds herself and frowns.

"Survive what, your majesty?" Anna asks, now more confused.

"You insisted on going with mama and papa on their trip to another Kingdom to discuss trade, the boat sank, there was a storm," the Queen says as a pained expression covers her face.

"I'm sorry your majesty, I'm not your sister. I'm not even from Arendelle," Anna tried to explain but the queen shook her head.

"You are lying, you must have survived and lost your memory. You are Princess Anna of Arendelle," the queen said and clenched her hands. Anna's eyes widen.

"I'm pretty sure, I'm Anna Summers," Anna said before sighing, but before she could explain that time isn't what it used to be a man rushed in, fresh from battle.

"My Queen! The battle against the Southern Isles is over, they're retreating!" He shouted and a smile crossed the Queens face. That struck Anna as an odd detail. There was no way this magic had kept all of this frozen like so. There were no ships in the fjord when they arrived. Unless…

Anna managed to set out in a dead sprint past the guards. She could hear both the Queen and Eugene shout after her, but she had to see this for herself. She rushed past startled guards and dead bodies all the way out the main gates and to the crumbled bridge.

The bridge was in perfect condition. There were indeed ships retreating out on the fjord. She could see a town in the distance. A town that used to only be ruins and in a constant snow storm. Everything looked like it would be on this very day almost 200 years ago.

Anna was panting and frowning. This didn't make sense. She pulls out her phone, no signal. She pulled out her GPS reader; it too had no signal, which was impossible. She was confused. Had they been sent back to the past? It wasn't plausible, but none of this was plausible. Everything was confusing and her head hurts. Why was her head hurting so much?

"Anna!"

She turned to Eugene's voice but her head felt like it was going to burst. She gripped at her right eye as it stung before dropping to her knees then the snowy ground. Darkness enveloped her as well as cold. It was so cold.

I'm very proud of myself for this scene!

I'm also ready for the yelling to come. A reminder that none of my stories are dead, I just go where my muse takes me, I hate half ass-ing chapters.

Love to hear from ya'll!

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