Blood everywhere. Kristoff... Kristopher... swallowed his guilt. He was definitely a Westerguard. The council member on the floor moaned slightly. The blond let out a sigh of ease.
All this over a piece of paper.
Whatever this was, Bargor wanted it- badly.
Although Kristoff had no desire whatsoever to inflict harm on Arrendelle, he was up to the task if it meant securing Anna. And this slip of paper would apparently do that. Kristoff was tempted to peek inside, but resisted the urge. After hiding the unconscious man, the spy walked down the halls, head held high. He was sure to keep his stride slow, nodding to familiar people.
Guards.
Crap.
Kristoff forced himself to slow down. He was especially conscious of the blood on his left arm. With no open wounds, there was simply no way to explain this to anyone.
One of the guards nodded at Kristoff, who smiled back nervously.
"Just going for a stroll," He said. The lies kept coming. He mentally made up an entire story about coming across a dead animal in the woods, so as to explain the blood. He was, after all, a Westerguard.
He made it to the main hall when he stopped immediately.
Elsa.
She was there receiving visitors. Most, like her, were victims of the pirates' assault. Unlike them, however, she could not afford to show any sort of weakness. No, she had to be strong, powerful, and fearless.
If she saw him now... she would know something was wrong. And if he was caught with the document, he would swing from the gallows. It would be safer to take the back way out.
Great.
He trudged another route through the castle, cutting through the kitchen to the window Anna used to swing down from.
"Excuse me!" One of the ministers called for him. Kristoff ignored him, cutting through the staff, unconsciously picking up a knife.
"Excuse me!"
Kristoff waited until he was in a quiet room away from prying eyes before turning around.
"Yes?"
The minister, whose name Kristoff had forgotten, started asking questions about the state of the queen. Usually, Kristoff got out of these things by acting dumb. No such luck here. No matter how much of a run-around he gave, the minister asked in a different way, or moved onto another question.
"Look," Said Kristoff, "Don't you know how she's doing? Isn't she your queen? Don't you work for her?"
"Well!" Fumed the man.
Kristoff pushed past him, sliding the knife into his sleeve.
"I don't want to kill him," He muttered out loud. The blond was just about to reach the door when an alarm broke out.
Greaaaaaaaaaaaat.
The minister pushed past him.
Realizing it was only a matter of time before he was searched, Kristoff decided to get rid of the evidence, and the knife, taking care of both problems at once.
He stuck the knife through the paper, and threw it into his sled, lodging it in the back.
"Sven!" He called down, "Go to the harbor!"
His reindeer obeyed. His parents would get the note, then Baragor would let Anna go.
He had to.