"Oh! So that was it!" Said the spirit, dodging Elsa's onslaught. "I had been wondering for a long time how they had managed to harm me. Now I see it clear! Thanks!"
Elsa whirled, annoyed, ready to strike with a circular attack, but the spirit dodged it with ease.
"The funny thing is, not knowing what it was, I learned to defend myself. I have spent many years training to perfect my technique. That the spirit of speed helps? Yes, of course, but you have to have a good base if you want to be able to defend yourself properly and make good use of its power."
Elsa, meanwhile, kept launching one attack after another, missing her target.
"Good attack! But you should relax your shoulders a bit more. There you have lacked to put a little more hips to give it more strength, and that movement has not been as clean as it should be."
The spirit seemed to be enjoying this, like a cat playing with a mouse. Elsa, on the other hand, was breathing heavily from the effort.
A new tear welled up in the Arendellian's eyes and, with a quick gesture, she created a small dagger. She took a breath and charged again, combining spear attacks at long range and dagger attacks at close range. However, it didn't work either. The spirit kept eluding her with ease as she tried on and on.
After another round of unsuccessful attacks, Elsa drew back to catch her breath.
"That is all? After so much posturing?" Oblivion said, taking slow steps toward her. "I suppose then that it is my turn now."
The Arendellian adopted a defensive posture, crossing her arms in front of her and placing her body on her side. She took a deep breath and prepared for the attack, but the spirit was gone.
A sharp blow to her side knocked her down, but she used the momentum to roll over and regain her posture.
"Where were you looking?" The spirit reproached him. "You have to focus!"
Again, it disappeared from sight again. Elsa took a step back trying to protect herself from it, but the spirit struck her again, this time on her shoulder, and a strong pain ran through Elsa's body as she fell to the ground with her armor split.
"Seriously... you have to pay more attention."
Elsa tried to get up but the pain she felt in her shoulder was so strong that she was unable to move her arm, which fell limp beside her.
Feeling cornered, she unleashed a strong blizzard around her and she managed to get up with difficulty, trying to put some distance from the spirit. As she walked away from it, she opened a small bag she was carrying on her side and tipped it over, letting the wind blow the contents of it away.
"Elsa, Elsa, Elsa..." She heard the voice of the spirit. "You know you have no escape, right?"
The Arendellian detected changes in the pattern of the blizzard and dived to the side. An instant later, Oblivion sped past her.
"Oh! You have dodged me! Very good! Let's try this."
Elsa noticed changes in the blizzard again and rolled away from the spirit, which descended from the sky and hit the ground hard with its knee.
"All right! Interesting!" It said before disappearing again.
Elsa knew that time was working against her, that sooner or later her resistance would fail, so she decided to play her cards at once. As soon as she detected the change in the flow of the wind, she waved her hand and a whole series of small ice balls that floated everywhere in the blizzard were drawn towards her at full speed. The spirit appeared in front of her and Elsa received its attack as best as she could: a brutal punch to the pit of the stomach that sent her flying through the air and almost made her lose consciousness. An instant later, all those ice shards slammed directly into the spirit from all directions, unleashing heartbreaking screams of pain.
The blizzard stopped because of the loss of strength of Elsa, who gasped on the ground with difficulty, hunched over. The snow settled slowly as the Arendellian tried to regain strength to see what had happened to the spirit. She, Astrid, and Fury had been gathering tears so that she could carry out that attack in case things got too bad, and she wanted to know if it had worked or not.
One hand grabbed her loosely by her hair and pulled her upward, forcing her to stand up. With ragged breathing, Elsa could see Anna bleeding from various parts of her body and her face contorted with fury.
"Damn girl! The game is over!"
It released her and Elsa fell back to the ground, on her knees. The spirit crouched down from her and it put a hand on her head. Without any warning, that excruciating pain that she felt the previous time returned to flood her body and her mind, unable to do anything more than try to resist that force that invaded her.
In her delirium, Elsa could see the four spirits in front of her and how they darkened, one by one, until all four were mere shadows of what they were.
Astrid snorted as she finished climbing the wall of ice that Elsa had created, and as she did so, she saw her friend totally subjugated to Anna, who was visibly damaged. Four colored lights fluttered rapidly around her, gathering strength with each passing moment. Without thinking of anything else, Astrid slid down as fast as she could and ran towards them, ax in hand, ready to help her friend. The spirit, seeing her arrive, extended her free hand and a greenish liquid gushed out of it that seemed to dissolve all that it touched. Astrid, used to similar attacks from some dragons, quickly drew her shield and protected herself with it while kept running. She knew that her shield wouldn't last long, so she put all her efforts to overcome that force that was pushing her back. When she felt that she was already close enough to them, she cocked the shield to deflect the abrasive blast to one side and immediately lunged the other way. She rolled on the ground and took advantage of the momentum to take a great leap swinging her ax towards the spirit, which had no choice but to back away to avoid losing the arm that linked it to Elsa.
The Arendellian fell to the ground, breathing with difficulty, and Astrid placed herself in front of her, protecting her with her body, in a defiant attitude.
The spirit considered the situation. It had suffered damage too, more than it was willing to admit, and actually, it already had what it wanted, so it chose to withdraw. It whistled for Toothless, who was still fighting a fierce battle with Fury on the sky.
The dragon reacted immediately to that call, ignoring Fury and diving towards the spirit to pick it up. Fury, unwilling to let him escape, launched an attack into the air and through it, reappearing an instant later ahead of Toothless, but instead of facing him, she flew at full speed towards the spirit while preparing the most powerful attack she could throw. As soon as she was close enough, she shot her projectile at Anna. Or rather, she tried. At the last moment, Toothless struck the dragon from above, knocking her down and causing her to miss the shot. Fury rolled on the ground with a crash until she hit the wall of ice, where she lay on the ground, senseless. Toothless, oblivious to everything, landed on the ground next to the spirit and lowered his body to make it easier for the spirit to climb onto his back.
"You are insistent, I admit it, but I am sorry to tell you it is too late," Oblivion told them as it climbed on Toothless's back. The four lights floated gently around it. "And now, if you will excuse me, I have to... convince these little buddies to lend me their strength."
Astrid charged in a desperate attempt to stop it, but Toothless launched a small projectile that, while not very powerful, was strong enough to knock the Viking down and leave her bruised to the ground.
The dragon flapped its wings and began to gain height little by little.
Hiccup, from the top of the ice wall, extended his arm, pointing the harpoon that coming out of his bracelet. He had finished it in a hurry and hadn't been able to calibrate it right, so he wasn't sure if it would work or not, but he had no choice. He took a deep breath and waited as Toothless and the spirit, oblivious to his presence, went higher.
"Come on, come on, come on, come on..." Hiccup whispered impatiently.
At last, he saw a clear shot and, without hesitation, he pressed a spring and the harpoon flew through the air towards Toothless, piercing the membrane of his tail that shouldn't be there and leaving behind the trail of a rope that now linked the dragon and the Viking.
"I did it?" Hiccup said incredulously. "I did it!"
Hiccup raised his arms in victory.
Toothless whipped his tail hard and the Viking was thrown to the ground by the force of the tug on his arm. Quickly pulling himself together, he gripped the small rope tightly and wrapped it around his hands to keep it from coming loose. Afterward, he pulled hard on it.
"Bud! You have to resist! Do you hear me?!" He yelled at him as the dragon continued to stir in the air.
Hiccup was shaken several times, but he always found a way to get up and keep pulling while he kept talking to his friend.
"What are you doing?" The spirit scolded the dragon." Stop this nonsense and let's go at once!"
Toothless obeyed and Hiccup slowly left the ground. Taking advantage of gravity, he jerked with all his weight, and, finally, he felt that membrane loosen a little. Toothless stopped, stunned.
"Fly, damn it! Fly!"
Hiccup didn't stop pulling.
"Come on, Bud! Almost there!"
The tail detached, faster and faster, until it was practically loose and, the more detached it was, the more confused Toothless was due to the loss of control that the spirit exerted on him, so he began to fly much more erratically.
"I love you, Toothless!" Hiccup yelled at him just before flexing his arms, lifting his body, to drop him down hard. "Come back to us, please!"
The false tail gave way to that last tug, parting completely and disappearing in a wisp of smoke.
Hiccup fell to the ground, rolling. Since the rope was long, he was actually relatively close to the ground, so the fall hardly hurt him. Lying face down on the ground, he looked up to see Toothless, who was shaking his head as he lurched from side to side as his mind gradually freed itself from the influence of the spirit and regained consciousness. Oblivion, barely able to hold onto the dragon, felt its hands slipping from the chair and its body falling into the void.
That was bad, very bad. The spirit saw again the fall it was suffering and knew that it would probably be fatal. It was bad to do without that body, since it was royalty, but it thought that it still had King Kristoff in its possession, so it decided to leave Anna and transport itself to any other puppet it had. It wasn't sure what would happen if it stayed there when she died, but it wasn't about to find out. It concentrated and tried to search for the closest human within reach to transport itself to, but found no one.
"What the...?"
It looked around, from on high, and then it understood everything. The allied army had allowed themselves to be surrounded with the sole purpose of separating it from the rest of its army, keeping them at a distance far enough to prevent it from escaping as it was trying now. In addition, Elsa's wall had blocked its view of all this and, at the same time, she had been expanding it as her army was moving away, preventing them from regaining the ground they won.
"Damn you, Elsa!" It screamed as it fell, accompanied by the light of the forest spirits, hovering around it.
The wind ruffled Anna's hair, gravity pulling relentlessly, and panic seized every part of its being. It tried again and again to locate one of its puppets until it, in despair, screamed with all its might.
Anna's body hit the ground with such a sharp blow that it shook everyone present, who couldn't do more than watch with a heavy heart that fatal outcome.