A little deleted scene from Passion And Trial Chapter II.

The shout had been quick but harsh. It had boomed from the attic. Her heart banging against her throat, Elsa rushed through the halls as fast she could.

She sped past her room, the conference salon, the library, and the portraits' corridor.

Around a corner—she hadn't registered which one in her frenzied run—she almost bumped into Kristoff's leathered jacket whose wearer had apparently also heard the scream and was darting towards its source as fast as she did.

"That was…"

"…Anna, yeah."

"She's in the attic, let's go!"

With a determined nod and feeble yet swift steps, Elsa and Kristoff dashed forward, their feet light and their hands trembling.

If anything's happened to her…

They reached the small and cranked ladder that climbed up to the old loft. Elsa called for her magic and Kristoff turned towards the decorative armor at their right.

"Sorry, pal. I'm borrowing this," he said as he lifted its old yet still shining halberd from its inanimate gauntlets.

Another shout and some frantic steps carved through Elsa's already shaky calmness.

"Anna!" she called in panic.

The tears were already starting to well up inside her eyes.

She darted up, and it wasn't until she could almost touch the wooden panel that served as an access to the attic that she heard the two voices.

"Can you just get dow—"

"No, don't! It's comi—"

"You clawed me, An—"

"It's terrify—"

"Ouch!"

That was Garret's voice along with Anna's. Elsa threw an intrigued glance to Kristoff below her and pushed the hatch open when he shrugged back.

"We can't get rid of it if you just keep latching onto me like th—"

"Don't let it get clos—"

Standing at the room's center, Garret froze as soon as her head peeked inside—his arms were outstretched like a mummy's, reaching forward for something she couldn't quite yet see. Anna was perched on his shoulders, arms and legs tied against his torso and head as if she was trying to climb as far away from the ground as possible.

The confusion eclipsed all traces of worry from Elsa's mind.

"What is happening in here?"

Garret and Anna both pointed toward the same spot, a few feet in front of them. Elsa didn't dwell too much on how sheepish they both looked. She stepped inside and waited for her eyes to adapt to the faint light the planks on the windows sliced and spliced in.

A bug. They were both pointing towards a bug. Not even that big a bug.

She blinked rapidly. "What is that, a cockroach?"

"A flying cockroach," Anna corrected in a hiss. "I wanted to show Garret that cute doll of yours but that thing won't let me."

"All that shouting was just for this?"

"Just?! Did you see the size of it?!"

Elsa barely managed to prevent her jaw from dropping to the ground and couldn't hold back an impulsive snicker.

Kristoff followed her up and dusted his pants. "What's the deal?" he asked.

"Arendelle's most fearsome swordswoman and the soldier with an ice armor are afraid of bugs," Elsa explained with a mischievous grin, her arms crossed.

Anna frowned in their direction. "FLYING bugs."

Kristoff's shoulders humped down. "You're kidding me."

"I wouldn't say afraid…" Garret tentatively intervened while scratching his cheek. "Just a bit digust—Oh God, it's moving again!"

Anna climbed further up the poor man's body. "Yuck, yuck, yuck!"

Elsa and Kristoff exchanged knowing glances and amused smiles.

"Wanna take care of it?"

"I'm sure Anna would be very impressed if you did it."

"She already agreed to marry me."

"Then Garret and I would be impressed."

Kristoff rolled his eyes. "Just tell me you don't want to."

"All right, I'll do it."

He had challenged her. She wouldn't lose a challenge.

Elsa rolled back her sleeves, opened the window, and gently guided the cockroach outside with her ice.

She turned back to her best friend's and her sister's still livid but much more fascinated faces and exploded into laughter.

Courage was indeed not the absence of fear.