a.n. Please read and review, it makes me feel all warm and woozey inside! Also, I'm like, ten chapters ahead by this point. I'd like to know if people are really willing to read all one hundred.

Elsa stood still as she surveyed the scene. It was all over. Somehow, someone knew. For a moment, Hans crossed her mind. Then she realized that was impossible; that man was far, far away. If he was still alive at all.

Allowing herself a moment out of the present crisis, the young queen wondered about the missing prince. Sure, he was evil, and apparently, crazy, but underneath all of that, he was little better than a wounded animal. She petted her cap self-consciously, understanding how a wounded animal acted.

Was he happy, or at peace yet? Did she even care?

In an odd way, she wanted him back. He was the boogeyman she knew. And the one she could face. Not knowing who was out to get her was killing her.

Elsa forced herself back to this moment. Councilor Deerman lay on the ground. He was unconscious, and any clues as to who had attacked him would die with him.

"My queen?"

Elsa was still unprepared for the question.

"I..." What?

"Yes?"

"I need a moment."

The guard nodded and left. She stooped over the body, drawing her hands around him, checking for the letter. Nothing. Of course.

"Guard!"

"Yes, your majesty?" The young man asked upon his return.

"Take the Councilor to the spare bedroom. Keep a constant care on him, I don't want any more trouble."

"Yes ma'am."

The guard moved to pick the unconscious councilor up.

"I don't suppose you have any faith that this will be the end of the matter?"

"No, ma'am, though I wish that Southerner guy was still here, that guy could-" The soldier stopped, "I mean, he was scum who deserved to die."

Elsa made an impatient gesture. The guard left. Her only hope was that whoever (a.n. I refuse to conjugate to 'whom'. Why? 'Cause it sucks!) had attacked Deerman would slip up and reveal themselves. In hope beyond all reasonable thought, she wished they also had the letter on them, so she could convince the council not to go through with their foolish plan.

It's not like the spy would just come out and tell her who they were though, right?

"Elsa!" Kristoff called, running down the hallway to see her. Elsa relaxed. In the past couple of days, she found Kristoff suspicious; he was calling for her to send out her whole fleet to search for Anna. Now she saw him as more of an ally than anything else.

He would never betray her family, couldn't- not if he loved Anna.

"Kristoff," She called.

He stopped short of her, "What's going on?"

"We have a spy in our midst," She answered.

"...any idea who?" He asked cautiously. She shook her head.

"None."

He let out a breath, "Well, I guess we'll be busy then."

"Indeed," She agreed. Who would attack Deerson? Baragor and the entire Southern Isles crew were out guarding the harbor. It's not like any of his men could have done it. Besides, the castle was locked up top to bottom. Although it would be nigh-impossible to prove who had taken the paper, it was, nevertheless, unlikely they had managed to flee.

"They're still in here, can you believe that?" She shivered. Kristoff swallowed nervously.

"Uh... what about that gaping hole in the prison?"

Elsa's eyebrows flew up comically, "I... hadn't thought of that."

He nodded his head to her, "Maybe you should open the castle up, and demand Prince Baragor's presence at once. I'll go get him for you."

Elsa shook her head, "No... you're the only one I can trust right now. Besides, no Southern Isles trooper has been on Arrendelle soil for the past fourty-eight hours. It's like they're waiting for something..." Suddenly, she understood, "Or someone. The spy is theirs, and they are waiting on his or her support."

Kristoff began to back away, "But there's no way of knowing who that is, or why they did what they did."

"No," She agreed, "But we do know they're likely to head to the ship. Tell the council to assemble in Councilor Deerson's temporary chambers. I will have a guard posted by the ship."

Kristoff nodded before taking off.

"And Kristoff?" He paused, turning. She gave him a rare smile, "I'm glad I have someone dependable like you. I'm practically loosing my mind with all these betrayals."

He gave her a weak smile before taking off.

Once Baragor had the paper, he had to release Anna. And once Anna was safe, Kristoff would do what he should have done the second a Southern Isles ship had sailed into the harbor; snap its captain's neck.

With Hans dead, nobody would know his true identity but his 'parents' in town, and they knew him to disappear for months on end. If he played his cards right, this war would end, here and now.

Or he would lose everything.