At the top of a castle tower a young girl sat on the cold stone floor. She was hunched up, her head buried in her arms, crying. She had long, blonde hair with red streaks in it, and she wore a simple, red dress. The tears fell onto the floor as her hair cascaded over her body. She looked up when she heard noises outside the tower.

From the tall, narrow window she could just about make out what she thought were schoolchildren. She heard their laughter as they played outside. Trying to hear as much as she could, she put her ear to the window, but she couldn't hear any more. She clenched her fists. They glowed red with fire. She let out a scream and fired a jet of flame from her hands towards the window. When the flames subsided, she returned to sitting on the floor and cried again.

Suddenly, there was a noise from outside the room. The girl stopped crying and shifted her gaze towards the door. From a tiny flap at the bottom of the door, someone pushed through a tray. The tray contained a plate with a few slices of bread on it, some pieces of cheese, a small bunch of grapes, and a book. The girl shuffled towards the tray, knelt by it, and picked up the plate of bread. After placing the cheese on the bread, she hovered her hand over it. A fire emanated from her hand, melting the cheese. After nibbling away at the resultant cheese on toast, the girl turned her attention to the grapes. She started to eat them, licking her fingers while she picked up the book with her other hand.

She read a couple of paragraphs of the book, then gnashed her teeth. The hand holding the book shook, and within seconds the book was engulfed in flames. The girl shot to her feet and let out a scream as she threw the flaming book at the narrow tower window. She cast aside what was left of the grapes, and fire appeared in both of her hands. She fired a jet of flame towards the door, maintained it for a few seconds, but the door did not yield. She then covered her entire body in flames as she turned herself into a fireball. She blazed around the tower for about a minute, before emerging from the fireball bent double, panting in exhaustion. After collapsing on the floor, she fell into a restless sleep.

Downstairs, an older lady in a velvet dress was sitting doing some embroidery. She looked up when her husband walked into the room, dressed in a black silk shirt and a fine jacket, sporting a large, thick moustache.

"Anything to report from lunch?" the lady asked.

"Oh, nothing out of the ordinary," her husband replied.

"Did she like the book?" the lady asked as she leaned forwards and smiled.

"No, I don't think so," her husband sighed. He threw himself down on a nearby chair. "She read a bit of the first page, then set it on fire and threw it away."

"Pity," the lady said as she tutted, "I really thought she would like that one."

The lady walked to a desk, picked up a quill, and made a firm strike through a title on a piece of parchment that contained a long list. Sitting back down, she placed one hand on her forehead and started to tear up. Her husband got up with a sigh and walked next to her. He held her hand and gave it a squeeze.

"One day, we'll be a normal family," he insisted. "We'll find a cure for our daughter's condition, and all of this will be a memory," he said as he waved his hand in front of him. "But until that day, we have to be strong. We have to keep doing what we're doing."

His wife nodded in understanding, then looked up at her husband. "I just hope that day will come soon," she said. She then reached up to him, and they embraced.

There was a knock at the door. The man and woman finished their embrace. The man stood up straight and cleared his throat.

"Enter!" the man bellowed as he clasped his hands behind his back.

A butler opened the door and stepped into the room. "Ah, Your Majesties," he began as he lifted a single finger up, "where will you be taking dinner tonight?"

"Oh, in the dining room," the king answered. "We aren't entertaining tonight, so just something simple."

"Very good, sir," the butler bowed and backed out of the room. He closed the door behind him. The king and queen looked at each other and sighed.

They moved to the dining room, and the king sat at the head of the table while the queen sat next to him. The butler brought out two large bowls of soup, and a smaller one next to it.

"Leave the tray," the king commanded.

The butler nodded and left the room. The king got up from his chair and picked up the tray before taking it up to the tower.

The king pushed the tray through the small flap in the bottom of the tower door. His daughter stood up, scowled, and fire built up in her hands.

"Why did you bring me soup?" she yelled as she shot a jet of flame at the bowl, causing the soup to boil. "You know I hate it!"

The girl picked up the hot soup and threw it against the door. The king bowed his head and made his way back to the dining room.

Meanwhile in the dining room, the queen heard the commotion coming from the tower. She rolled her eyes and held her head in one hand before eating a spoonful of her soup. The king re-joined her.

"I'm sorry, I should have remembered," the queen lamented.

"It's alright," the king assured her as he placed his hand on her arm. "I should have known she'd be up to her old tricks! We just have to wait for the next course. I think it will be something she likes!"

The next course was brought out by the butler. In front of the queen he placed a plate that contained two lamb chops, while the king was given four. The king quickly picked up his knife and fork and ate two of them, leaving the other two. After the queen had finished her meal, she took the plate containing the lamb chops up to the tower.

When the queen reached the top of the tower, she pushed the plate through the flap at the bottom of the door. She let out a slight gasp as the plate was snatched away.

In the tower, the girl picked up the remaining lamb chops with her hands. She devoured them, then licked her fingers and threw the bones on the floor. She pushed the plate back through the door and the queen picked it up before walking away, grinning.

"You were right about the main course," the queen whispered as she re-entered the dining room and held the empty plate up before placing it in front of her husband. "She was ravenous!"

"At least she has a healthy appetite!" the king chuckled. "Oh well, time for dessert!"

The butler came back in and took the plates away. Before he left the room, he spun round to face the king.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty," the butler asked with a straight back, holding his finger in the air, "I know I haven't been here long, and I know it isn't my place to ask, but why do you always require an extra portion?"

The king took a deep breath as he leaned forwards. The queen once again held her head with one hand.

"No, it isn't your place to ask. Now, fetch us our dessert before I see to it that you need to look for another job!" he boomed while slamming his fist on the table.

"Yes, sir. Right away, sir," the butler babbled while scurrying through the door. He emerged a few minutes later with three glasses of syllabub.

While the queen ate hers, the king took the extra portion up to the tower. He passed it through to his daughter, who ate it with her fingers. She looked at her face using the small, singed mirror by the door, and used her fingers to wipe off the last bits of dessert. She then hit her chest with her fist, opened her mouth and belched.

The king laughed a little before heading back downstairs.

Later on, the queen went to the tower and knocked on the door.

"Sweetheart," the queen said as she leaned on the door, "you know I'm here for you. We could put another bed in there, if you promise not to burn it."

The girl, who was laying on the floor, rolled away so her back faced the door. "Go away. I don't want to talk to you."

The queen sighed, placed her hand on the door, and then backed away with her head bowed.

That night, the king and queen slept in their lavish four-poster bed, while their daughter slept on the cold stone floor of the tower.

In the middle of the night, when it was pitch dark outside, the girl woke up. She placed her hand on her stomach as she felt a strange sensation within herself. She stood up. Holding her hand out, she found that she could conjure a fireball within it. She stared at it for a few seconds, and narrowed her eyes as plasma-like fire swirled around the fireball. She took hold of it, then her instincts took over as she threw it towards the window. The fireball exploded, and the girl's hair was blown backwards while she kept her eyes shut. The explosion created a cloud of dust. The girl waited for the dust to settle, then turned towards the door. She created another fireball in the palm of her hand, then picked it up and threw it at the door. Once again her hair was blown back and she closed her eyes as the fireball exploded. When the dust settled, she saw that the door was blown off its hinges. A huge grin appeared on her face, and she chuckled. She then walked over to her charred mirror, lifted her hands, and put her hair in a braid. Lifting the mirror with one hand, she pushed her braided hair behind her shoulders with the other. She grinned at herself in the mirror, then put it down and stepped out of the door. She was ready.

The explosions woke the king and queen.

"What was that?" the queen asked as she sat up in bed.

"Just our daughter up to her old tricks," the king said as he stayed lying down. "I'll sort her out in the morning."

"No, that was something else," the queen got out of bed. She put on her slippers and threw on a dressing gown. After reaching for the matches by the bedroom table, she lit her candle, illuminating her face in the darkness. "I'll just see what that noise was."

The king was drifting back to sleep, when he was startled by a terrible scream. He jumped out of bed, scrambled to put his bed robes on, lit a candle, and sprinted to the tower.

Once he reached the steps of the tower, the king called out to his wife.

"Thyra!" he shouted in a hushed voice. "Thyra, are you up there?" He heard footsteps. A light emerged down the tower. The king leaned forward, placed his hand on his chest, and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, Thyra, there you are!" he said.

The light came further down the stairs.

"Hello, father," a high voice said.

The king straightened his back as he saw his daughter stand in front of him. She was illuminating the stairs by holding her palm upwards and shooting a small flame out of it.

"You?" the king exclaimed. "I heard a scream. What have you done with your mother?"

"I haven't done anything with her," the girl replied as she shook her head.

"Well, how did you escape? What do you want?"

"I want to leave, father. I've had it with being locked in the tower, living off the scraps from your table!"

"Out of the question," the king declared as he waved his arm in front of him. "You're too dangerous!"

"I'm too powerful to be kept here now," the girl shook her head again and looked down her nose at her father. "That's how I escaped. Something has awoken inside me. I have a new power now. I'm ready to be the Fire Queen!"

As the girl spoke, her eyes glowed bright with fire. As she talked to her father, her mother emerged into her light behind her, carrying a bucket of water.

The king gave a slight nod. The girl pursed her lips in confusion. As her mother lifted the bucket, the girl spun around and saw her. In an instant, the girl engulfed herself in a fireball and flew down the stairs and past her father. The queen emptied the bucket where her daughter had been standing. The girl emerged from her fireball down the hall, pointing.

"Not this time, mother!" she yelled. "I'm going now, and I don't know when you'll see me again!"

The girl turned herself into a fireball again and stormed to the front door of the castle. In her wake, paintings caught fire. The king and queen grabbed buckets of water that had been placed around the hall, and put the fires out.

"Your Majesties!" came a call from the butler, who was running towards them while still putting on his nightgown. He wore his night cap as he raised a hand towards the royal couple, who were both holding empty buckets. They turned to face him.

"Oh, Your Majesties," the butler said, bent double and panting, "is everything alright? I heard a scream…"

"It most certainly is not alright," the king scowled. "The castle has been attacked by…an arsonist," he nodded.

"An arsonist?" the butler replied.

"Yes, an arsonist," the queen said as she placed a hand on the butler's shoulder. "I saw them. That's why I screamed."

"Very well, ma'am," the butler replied. "What shall I do?"

"Call the guard," the king instructed. "We must find this arsonist before it's too late!"

With that, the butler ran off down the hall, leaving the king and queen alone together.

The queen spread her arms out. "Arsonist?"

"Well, what was I supposed to say?" the king asked in a sarcastic tone while they both ran down the hall. "Our fire-power cursed daughter, who no one in the kingdom knows about, escaped from the castle tower?"

"I see your point," the queen replied. "I don't know how you can be so relaxed!"

"As we both know, there are buckets of water throughout the castle," the king said as he panted. "We only have to get her once. And besides, this castle is surrounded by a wall. Even if she gets into the courtyard, she'll have to get past it!"

The queen nodded in approval. They caught up with the butler, who was standing by the front door.

"The guard has been called," the butler said as he composed himself. "We'll catch this arsonist!"

While the king, queen and butler stood in the front hall waiting for the guards, their daughter hid behind an ornamental suit of armour. She crouched down and waited for the front door to open. When it eventually did, the guards marched in. The daughter snuck past them and out of the front door.

"Your Royal Guards reporting for duty, Your Majesty," the head guard said as he stood up straight, held his pike by his side and saluted.

"We have an arsonist in the castle," the king replied, "so your task is simple: find her-I mean, them and bring them here!"

The guard bowed. "All right, men, fan out!" he barked. The guards left the castle in pairs, and began looking.

As the guards ran out through the front door, the girl had her back to the wall around the corner. She held her hands against the wall and breathed heavily as she watched the last guard leave.

The castle door opened, some of the guards rushed out, and it closed behind them. The girl made a fist and threw it down in front of her while scrunching her face up. Still in the moonlit night, she tiptoed next to the gates. She looked around to make sure she was alone.

With a leap upwards, the girl engulfed herself in a fireball to get on top of the ramparts next to the gate. She jumped out of the fireball, landed on her feet, and saw the nearby town drenched in moonlight. She smirked, looked around, engulfed herself in flames again and jumped down to the ground. She was outside the castle.

As the sun came up, the girl walked towards the town, keeping close to any trees or walls in case any guards came past. She came to a building just outside the town and raised her finger towards a sign. She made out the word "School". Using her powers, she fired a jet of flame at the school, then laughed in celebration as it caught fire. She then made a fireball in the palm of her hand, and threw it a short distance. It exploded, setting fire to the grass. She then threw another fireball a little further, then another further still, into a nearby forest. She stood for a second and laughed at the trail of destruction she had caused.

"Your Majesty, look!" came a call from the head guard as he pointed at the fire. The girl jumped behind a nearby wall.

"They can't have gotten far!" the king bellowed. "They must have set fire to the school then run into the forest. Let's go!"

"But what about the school?" the head guard asked.

"Well, we'll just have to leave it," the king replied as he shrugged his shoulders. "Catching this arsonist is more important. Come on!" he instructed as he ran towards the forest. The guards all followed.

The girl covered her mouth with her hand, closed her eyes and giggled as the guards ran away from the school. She sat and waited for the schoolchildren to arrive.

When the schoolchildren eventually arrived to find their school burned to the ground, the smouldering building was reflected in some of their eyes as tears welled up in them.

"Our school!" one little girl bawled. "I've just started reading a new history book!" she wailed as her teacher hugged her.

The girl giggled to herself from behind the wall as she heard the cries of the children.

"I think it's great!" a boy chimed in. "No school for us!"

The girl raised her eyebrows and nodded in agreement.

"Best go home," the teacher said as she bent down. "There will be no school today."

The children walked away from the smouldering building while the girl quietly chuckled behind the wall. Once she was alone, she walked towards the town. She came across a stream, and had a quick wash. After clenching her fists, she was soon dry.

The girl walked into the town square to find market traders setting up for the day. The square had taverns and shops in the buildings around it.

"You're about early!" a trader said to her after he clocked her while setting up his fruit and veg stall.

"Yes, well, I'm new in town," the girl replied while running her fingers through her hair. "I thought I'd go on an early-morning walk."

"From the West, are you?" the man asked. "Well, where else would you be from? You're not going to be from Timbuktu, are you?"

The girl forced out a giggle. "Yes, I'm from the West."

"Oh yeah? What's it like over there?" he asked in an enquiring tone.

The girl tensed up and paused. "Um, wet?"

The man tutted. "Sounds about right. My sister lives in the West, she's always complaining about the weather."

The girl relaxed her body. The man reached inside a barrel. He picked out an apple and tossed it to the girl. She caught it with both hands and stared at it.

"That's a little welcome present," the man smiled. "It's also my way of saying thanks for chatting to me this morning!"

"Th-thank you," the girl stammered. "Wh-where are these apples from?"

"Well, where else are they going to be from? They can't be from anywhere but here, can they?" the man smiled. "They're from the orchards in the North. They can't be from anywhere else since we're closed off!" Closed off is an odd word choice, but I can't think of any better. Maybe isolated?

The girl opened her mouth as she stared at the man.

"Of course, you're probably too young to remember a time when the kingdom wasn't closed off." the man continued, "How old are you? Sixteen, seventeen?"

"I'm sixteen," the girl whispered. "Why is the kingdom closed off?"

"No one knows why, but one day, about sixteen years ago now," the man replied while leaning forward a little, "the king just told everyone we were closed off. That was that, not a word of explanation," the man sighed. "We've just had to get on with it."

"I see," the girl nodded. "Well, thank you!" the girl said as she smiled and waved goodbye.

The girl took the apple and walked into a side street. She bent over a little and ate the apple with both hands. Once she had finished, she threw the core into a drain.

She spent the morning wandering around the town. At lunchtime she walked down another side street and into a bakery. A bell rang as she opened the door. The baker ran to the front of the shop and saw the girl.

"Ah, I was wondering when you would show up!" the baker exclaimed. "I've heard about you, you're new in town, right? Well, as a welcome present, you can have anything from our bakery!" he said as he waved his hand in front of his display of bread and cakes..

The girl pointed at a bread roll.

"Just a bread roll?" the baker asked. "How about something in it? Maybe some cheese and pickles?"

The girl nodded while running her fingers through her hair. "Yes, thank you!" she smiled.

"Alright!" the baker replied. He picked up a knife, cut the roll open, put some cheese and pickles inside and handed it to the girl.

The girl took the roll and sat down at a small table in the front of the shop. She had started to nibble on the roll when a woman walked in, carrying a bag.

"Morning, Steen!" the woman called out.

"Good morning!" the baker replied, popping up at the front of the shop. "What can I get for you today?"

"A dozen bread rolls please," the woman replied with a smile. She opened her bag and presented it to the baker. The baker put a dozen bread rolls in the bag.

"One more, just in case!" the baker exclaimed as he added a thirteenth roll to the bag. The woman smiled and handed over a coin.

"Did you hear about the school?" the woman asked.

"No, what about it?"

"It burned down!" the woman shouted.

"No!" the baker gasped. "Do they know who did it?"

"The palace guards followed him into the forest. I hope they catch him!"

The young girl sat up, narrowed her eyes and smirked before returning to her roll.

After the woman left, a little girl, around six, ran up to the young girl, carrying a doll.

"Hello!" the little girl called as she skipped.

The girl sat up and looked over her shoulder. "Who's this?" she called to the baker.

"Oh, that's just my daughter," the baker replied as he ran a cloth over his counter. "She says hello to all of our customers."

"Does she now?" the girl said as she slowly turned towards the little girl. The little girl shook and swallowed hard.

"Uh...I like your hair!" the little girl enthused while pointing at the girl's braids.

"Thank you," the girl nodded before finishing her roll. She started to lick her fingers. At the sight of this, the baker tutted, rolled his eyes and walked up to the girl. He placed one hand behind his back and handed the girl a napkin with the other. The girl looked up at the baker, grinned, then used the napkin to clean her hands. She threw the napkin down on the table.

"Would you like to see my dolly?" the little girl asked while holding her dolly up.

"Aw, that's a very nice dolly!" the girl said as she brushed the doll's hair back with her fingers. "Who got her for you?"

"My Daddy," the little girl replied as she pointed at her father.

"Yes," her father added, "there's a toy shop just down the road."

"Is there now?" the girl asked rhetorically. She turned her gaze back towards the doll. "My parents didn't buy me anything when I was your age."

"Aw, that's sad! Why not?" the little girl asked.

"Because I wasn't allowed anything. No toys, no friends, and certainly no dolls!" she said as she stared at the doll and her fingers became taut. Her hands shook. The little girl snatched the doll back, leaving the girl staring at where the doll had been. The girl relaxed her fingers and slowly turned towards the little girl.

"I'd better go," the girl said as she stood up. "Thank you for the roll," she said towards the baker, who stood with his mouth wide open. The doorbell rang as the girl left.

The girl spent the rest of the day wandering around the town. She saw shops, the town square, and rows of houses. Her eyes widened and she gasped as she saw the sea for the first time. She went down to the docks. The wind blew her braided hair behind her. She saw only a few boats, but one she did see was loading up with supplies. She made a mental note of it, and began to make her way back to the castle.

As she walked back towards the castle, the sun set. The girl hid behind a rock. When it was completely dark, she emerged from behind the rock and started to pelt the castle with her fireballs. They exploded as they landed, starting fires throughout the castle.

Meanwhile, inside the castle, the queen was sitting in a chair while the king was pacing up and down.

"Oh, where could she be?" the king fretted. "She must be in the forest somewhere, the guards have been looking for her all day!"

"The guards don't know who they are looking for," the queen replied. "You told them they were looking for an arsonist."

"I know, I know," the king said as he held his hand to his chin.

Just then one of their daughter's fireballs came crashing through a window, shattering the glass and hitting the floor before exploding.

The explosion threw the king and queen across the room. They landed upside down in a heap. Tables and chairs were strewn around the room. The royal couple gathered themselves together.

"Are you alright?" the king asked the queen as he brushed dust off his arm.

"I'm fine."

"Fiery orbs that explode?" the king gasped as he placed his hand on the queen's shoulder. "This must be the new power our daughter mentioned." He looked overhead as he heard more explosions. "We have to get out of here!"

Outside the castle, the girl was still throwing fireballs.

"Come out!" she shouted as another fireball emerged in her hand. "Come out, damn it!" She threw the fireball at the castle.

The gates of the castle opened and some guards ran out. The girl saw, and turned herself into a fireball and flew to the other side of the castle.

She pelted the castle with a few more fireballs until she saw people running to the castle from the town. They started to fight the fires with buckets of water. The girl narrowed her eyes and smirked.

Turning herself back into a fireball, the girl flew back towards the town. She landed in the now-empty town centre, and shot jets of fire out of her hands to ignite everything she saw. She clenched her fists and laughed as everything around her burned.

She flew to a nearby street and saw that some of the rooms of the houses were lit with candles. "Is anyone still inside these houses?" she called with her hands on her hips. A few faces came to the windows. "Come outside, right now!".

"And what if we don't?" asked an old woman.

"Then this is what will happen to your house!" the girl shouted. She held out her hand, and a fireball emerged in it. She picked up the fireball, and threw it into the empty house next door to the old woman. The fireball exploded, setting the house on fire. The old woman covered her ears at the sound of the explosion, then nodded and made her way outside. The other faces followed her, and huddled together on the street.

"For too long you have all had it easy", the girl shouted as she pointed a taut finger at the crowd. "Now you will stand and watch while your homes burn!"

"Why are you doing this?" a little girl cried as she held on tight to her doll.

"You're the girl with the doll, aren't you?" the girl growled as she marched up to her. "Well, I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

The girl snatched the doll from the little girl's arms and threw it into the bakery. She then made a fireball in her hand and threw it. It landed on the doll, annihilating it and setting fire to the bakery.

"My dolly!" the little girl wailed as she began to run towards the burning bakery. Her mother grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back. The little girl cried in her mother's arms.

"Get everyone out," the girl commanded the crowd while pointing at the remaining houses. People knocked on doors, and the huddle grew larger.

"No one had better try anything," the girl growled. "You all know what I can do," she said as she held up her hand, illuminating the cold night with a fire from her palm.

The girl continued to throw fireballs into the empty houses. As she did so, the people grabbed buckets of water in a desperate attempt to fight the flames.

The girl laughed. "Your water won't be enough to extinguish my flames!" she cackled. A man ran up to his house and threw a bucket of water into it. The girl stood next to him and grinned. Standing side on to the house, she raised her arm and fired a jet of fire into it. The man opened his mouth, stared at his burning house and then looked up at the girl. The girl smirked at him before placing her fingertip on her cheek and pretending to frown.

As the buildings all around continued to burn, the girl looked at the huddle, spread her arms and gestured towards the buildings.

"Look at it!" the girl shouted. "Everything you own, everything you've ever worked for, all up in smoke!"

As the girl shouted, people in the huddle got closer. Parents held on to their children, and some cried as their houses burned.

The girl went to the town square, and marvelled as she spun around with fire in her eyes, watching everything around her burn. She smiled and laughed as she shot jets of flame into the air in celebration.

"Yes, burn!" she laughed. "It will all be my kingdom of ashes!"

After a short while, the baker ran into the square from the castle, on his way to his bakery. He saw the girl and pointed at her.

"Y-you," he stuttered, "I gave you a free meal!"

"Yes, you did," the girl replied as she put her hands down and looked at her nails. "That was a nice bakery you had once…"

"Once? You mean…"

"That's right," the girl smiled, "it burned. It all burned!"

"Where is my family?" the man asked as he leaned forwards.

"They are quite safe," the girl assured him. "I made sure everyone was out of their houses before I burned them."

Just then, a company of guards, led by the king, ran into the square. The king saw his daughter and held his arms out to stop the guards. The guards stopped, and the king swallowed hard as he looked up at this daughter. The girl smirked back at him.

"I have to go," the girl snarled at the baker.

"Go?" the baker said, holding his hands out. "You can't just go, you've turned our town into an inferno. What do we even call you?"

"Call me…Freya, the Fire Queen of Rizucia!" the girl cackled, holding her hands out and firing jets of flame into the air. She then turned herself into a fireball and blazed away.

Freya emerged from her fireball at the docks. There she saw the boat she had seen earlier. On board was a man scrabbling with some rope. The girl hopped on board and ran up to the man, holding her flaming palm in front of his face.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" Freya hissed.

"I'm leaving," the man replied without looking up as he continued to pick up his rope. "I'm not staying here. The whole town is ablaze!"

"It was I who started the fires!" Freya said, pointing to herself with her other hand.

The man put down his ropes, looked up at Freya and swallowed hard.

"Take me away from here," Freya demanded. "Which kingdoms are nearby?"

"A-Arendelle is a couple of days away…" the man stuttered.

"Take me there then!" Freya said as she grinned and looked down her nose. She went to the stern and burned the moorings. The boat started drifting out to sea. Freya looked back at the man, who slowly nodded.

"Okay then!" the man agreed. He ran to the ship's wheel and set a course for Arendelle. Together, they left the burning kingdom of Rizucia behind.

As the ship drifted away, Freya looked back at the kingdom she had left ablaze. She could see the castle tower where she had been held for years. Looking down a little, she could see that the castle below was in flames. She looked across at the town and smirked in satisfaction as she saw it burning.

She became transfixed by the fires she had started. Revenge was hers.