Hans entered the Northern Mountain cave, alerting his men.

"Dig into the walls and ice!" Hans cried. "But when you find the urn, do not break it! It is the only thing that can stop this winter!"

Anna curled her gloved hands around the lip of the cave, hiding with Kristoff; Sven outside waiting.

"Shouldn't we stop—" Kristoff began, but Anna shushed him.

There was something about this place; the way the shadows moved; she just HAD to have that urn. She wanted to open it herself, though she didn't know why.

There was a sharp cry, and Hans lifted his hands up, holding the pure white urn aloft.

"And now we ride!" Hans shouted. "We will destroy the Queen! Follow her ice trail—she is in the Troll Kingdom!"

Xxx

Kristoff and Anna regrouped outside the cave, out of sight.

"Shouldn't we try to beat them to Troll Kingdom?" Anna said.

"We'd never make it in time." Kristoff said. "Besides, they won't be able to use magic there, not with Grand Pabbie around. He'd never allow it."

Anna looked confused, but Kristoff waved her off.

"Trust me," Kristoff said. "Our best chance is to return to the kingdom and head them off there. That's where Hans will use the urn. Oh and by the way—"

Kristoff got in close; poked Anna's freckled nose. "I told you so."