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Chapter 6: … when the wolfsbane blooms….

Elsa and Anna were stunned into silence once Cynthia and Drake had finished with their assessments. Neither of the sisters had ever heard of anything so frightening, and under their noses this whole time. A human by day, and a wolf man under the full moon? Elsa slowly brought her hands to her mouth.

"Don't worry, your highnesses," Cynthia waved them off, "as scary as it is, these things are easy to deal with." She reached into her coat pocket and revealed a small bullet and placed it onto the table. "One Of these bad boys to the heart. Wham bam, thank ya ma'am."

"Wait wait wait," Anna threw her arms out, "you want to kill it? Isn't there a more not killy way to deal with werewolves?"

Cynthia's response was instant. "Nope." She fell into one of the chairs surrounding the dining room table. "Thems just how it is."

"What I think Anna means," Elsa took her sister by the shoulders as a way to calm her, "if these creatures are basically human, is there a more humane way?"

Cynthia rolled her head towards her brother who was seated on the other side of the table. It was clear with her expression that She knew the answer, but wanted to see what he would say.

He shuffled his shoulders now uncomfortable with the sudden attention. "Unfortunately it's not that simple. Once they change during the three nights of the full moon they are unable to control the beast inside of them. Many have killed friends and family because of it." He chose his next words carefully. "It's been our experience that putting them down is the most humane course of action."

The royals mouths fell. "But what about a cure." Anna asked, "Is there a cure for being a werewolf?"

Cynthia shook her head, appearing somewhat bored with the conversation as if she had had the conversation many times before. "There isn't a cure for Lycanthropy."

This time it was Drake's turn to object. "Well there's a cure for Vampires?"

She rolled her eyes with a mean glare. "Only if they haven't fed, which every Vampire does eventually. Every. Time." Once again an uncomfortable silence fell over the dining room. "Well," Cynthia clapped, "I'm beat, and we have a few days until the first full moon, so I'm gonna get some shut eye."

Elsa called to Gerda to set up some rooms for Drake and Cynthia and the pair disappeared into the castle.

"I'm not sure I like this," Anna said below her breath.

Elsa shrugged. "I don't either, but we're not the experts. They are."

Anna watched the doors as if they would return any second. "Elsa how did you get your powers?"

Startled by her sudden question, Elsa looked at her sister oddly. "Where did that come from?"

Anna shrugged. "Cynthia was wondering and now I'm wondering, although she was a little pushy which I thought was weird, but still, she asked me, but I didn't know, so now I'm asking you."

Elsa was still a little shocked by the sudden question, but she answered as best as she could. "Well I was born with them as far as I know. Why?"

Anna most have looked unsatisfied. "Well Cynthia mentioned some things that…". She was quiet before making a sudden break for the door, "I don't know. Never mind."

"Anna," she gently grabbed her sisters arm, "what else did she say?"

Anna looked into her sisters eyes that were now filled with the familiar worry and fear, but she couldn't find it in herself to lie to her. "She said, powers like yours don't just happen without something bad happening so that you can have them. If you didn't do anything, then somebody did."

Now Elsa could feel the fear building inside of her, evident by a small flurry of snow billowing around them.

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It took some time for Anna to calm her sister down, but even once the snowfall had ended Elsa was still on edge. The implication that something bad had happened for Elsa to get her powers was a disturbing thought, one that would likely keep her sister awake at night. Guilt pulled at Anna's insides as she made her way to the stables. She needed some time to herself, and by "herself" she meant…

"Kristoff?"

The stables had been illuminated with a small fire set away from all the flammable hay. On the floor was a basket with a different assortment of Anna's favorite treat placed on top of a large blanket. Last, but not least, Filling the night air was the soft strumming of cords from Kristoff's guitar.

He smiled a one sided grin. "I, Uh, we haven't had a date night in a while—OOF!" He hadn't expected Anna to give him an incredible bear hug around his waist.

She buried her face into his chest. "You have no idea how much I need this right now."

He couldn't help but laugh as he set his guitar to the side, his other hand rubbing her back comfortingly. "I have some ideas. It's been a rough few weeks."

"Understatement." She muffled.

Still clinging to each other, the two shuffled comically over to the blanket and sat themselves down. "I got your—". She was already shoving fistfulls of chocolate into her mouth. "—favorite."

Cheeks full she gave him a kiss. "Ghang oo." He shook his head with a laugh and reached for a piece for himself only to have his hand slapped away.

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"Powers like yours don't just happen."

The words hung over the queen like a dark cloud, haunting her no matter where she went to get away from it. Night had already fallen, but there was no way that she would be able to sleep tonight.

"Great something else to worry about." She sighed, putting her head into her hands as more snow began to fall around her. Frustrated She began waving her hands as if she were swatting flies, but that only made the snowfall worse. She grunted and quickened her pace to run away from the flurry.

Cuz that's worked before.

The snow around her began to worsen forcing her to brake into a run, her violet nightgown flapping around her ankles nearly tripping her, but she didn't care. She had to get away, she had to run, she had to forget it all. Werewolves and powers and being a queen to people who hated their neighbors cats, to try and get away from it all.

So she ran. Ignoring the snow, ignoring the slapping of her bare feet on the ground and the discomfort it caused. She ran, turning corners in the halls of her kingdom, then stopped in her tracks.

With everyone in the castle supposedly asleep she hadn't expected to see anyone as she wondered about her halls. She certainly didn't expect to see Drake standing at one of the open castle windows. As if he had heard her coming, he stepped away from the window waiting for whomever was coming.

He looked just as surprised as she did. "Your majesty? Is something the matter?"

She noticed that he had tensed his body as if something was seriously wrong. Body she noticed was still covered in a long-sleeved silk tunic for sleep. Guess he didn't get hot.

Quickly she corrected him. "Oh no, it's fine. I'm just… out for a walk." Drake rose a brow glancing at the snow falling around them. She cleared her throat before waving her hands so that the snow would vanish. "What about you? Was your room not satisfactory enough?"

She noticed a small tick at the side of his lip as if he was about to smirk, but quickly went deadpanned again.

He went back to the window leaning on his arms as he gazed over the fjord. "Just missing the nightly Dragon Songs."

She joined him by the window. "The 'Dragon songs'?"

"Well, back in Kuarlong many Dragon families live scattered through the mountains, so many that once night falls, you can hear them singing to their young. Their songs reverberate off the canyon walls, filling the air with a low beautiful hum." Drake then began to hum. A surprisingly lovely sound coming from deep within his chest.

She was impressed. So impressed she tried to copy him, but even with her talented singing voice she wasn't quite able to replicate it.

He laughed. "Close, but not quite. From here." He pointed to his chest, opened his mouth and let out another hum passed his throat and coming from his chest. Almost like a small growl, but more melodic.

"Like this," she tried again, but sounded more like she was dry heaving.

He coughed on his laughter, as if ready to start rolling on the ground but tried to keep his composure. "No, no. Like this." He hummed again, this time however there was a wisp of smoke billowing from his mouth. The growling hum got louder that started to rattle her insides. It was sudden, but not frightening.

She "wow'd". "I don't think I can do it that well, but I can try." She tried again, and while it was better, it paled in comparison. She giggled. "Maybe I'll leave the humming to you. You have a lovely voice by the way."

That wasn't something he was expecting and flushing he turned away. "Wh-why thank you."

As if saying something she wasn't meant to, flustered, she turned her attention back to the window. "Y-your welcome."

The two stood beside each other, staring awkwardly out the window until Drake spoke again. "There's something else on my mind that I've been thinking about."

For some reason, Elsa grew more uncomfortable once he had said that. "Oh?"

"It's about this werewolf. You said it was taking sheep first, right?"

She thought back. "That's right yes."

He leaned forward on the windowsill. "Werewolves are essentially mindless monsters that attack and kill any and everything they can. However your saying it killed sheep first, then humans? That might mean that its showing some intelligence."

Elsa nodded with understanding. "But what does that mean?"

He looked out over the fjord. "I'm not sure, But I don't think this is a simple werewolf attack."

Elsa absorbed the information. "What does Cynthia think about this?"

He shuffled his shoulders nervously. "Cynthia gets very set in her ways when she sets her mind to something. If I mention anything she'll probably just brush it off."

She watched him noticing how his confidence seemed to vanish when the subject about his sister was brought up. She squared her shoulders. "Well as queen, I suggest we go and speak to your sister about your concerns."

He looked at her strangely, but with a gulp and straightening his tunic, the two made their way to Cynthia's bedchambers.

"She might not be awake." He commented. "She sleeps so deeply you'd think SHE was the one part Dragon."

She giggled again. "You two get along right?"

He shrugged. "We do, as well as siblings do I suppose. You seem close to your sister."

She nodded with a smile that was beginning to waver. "We are now. Making up for lost time, I guess." He gave her a look that told her to elaborate. "Well when we were young, we were playing and I accidentally hurt her with my power. After that I shut her, and everyone else, out of my life. I was afraid of hurting her again."

Whenever Elsa found herself speaking about the incident she always found herself reliving the incredible guilt and pain that came with it. Sure Anna had forgiven her, saying there was nothing to forgive, but still Elsa was never the kind to forgive herself to easily. This being the case, as she spoke she hadn't realized that Drake began to lag a few steps behind her, a haunted look overshadowing his features.

"Drake? Is everything okay?" She wasn't sure how, but she got the feeling her story bothered him somehow.

He slowly shook his head. "No your highness. It's not you." He chuckled. "Would you believe I had a similar experience?" Her eyes widened, but he didn't elaborate. Instead he took a deep breath, shook his head and returned his attention to her. "We're almost there. We should see my sister." He moved passed her, ignoring her confusion and her wanting for him to continue further.

Luckily they had come to Cynthia's guest bedchambers, and after a few forceful knocks, they waited. "Like I said. Sleeps like the dead."

She laughed as The doors opened slowly, revealing a groggy, unkempt, and pantless Cynthia.

The both quickly turned their heads away. "God Cynthia, you couldn't bother to put on pants… again?"

She ran a hand through her sandy blonde hair, not at all ashamed by the fact that she was standing in nothing but a loose shirt and her underwear. "Your the one knocking at more door at midnight. You get what you get, little brother." Her tired eyes flitted to the queen beside him. "Is everything okay?"

Elsa cleared her throat but kept her gaze averted. "Drake has some concerns to raise with you."

It took him a moment to gather himself, but still he didn't look directly at his sister. "We need to talk about this werewolf." Cynthia folded her arms, a little bit more awake now. "Werewolves are mindless killing machines during the full moon right? If that's the case why did it attack and eat sheep before attacking humans?" Cynthia raised a brow. "Also. We have a few days before the first full moon, if the wolf is here, just hiding in human form, why not try to find it? We've got some silver, well, silverware why not just test it out on everyone in Arendelle?"

Now Cynthia started laughing. "Seriously? Just line everyone up, tell them we're testing for the werewolf curse, then hand them a silver fork? How well do you think that's gonna go?" Drake opened his mouth, but she wasn't finished. "People would start to turn on each other after testing the first house, and the last thing we want is for more chaos. Does that make sense?"

Elsa watched as Drake solemnly nodded his head. "Good. Now I'm going back to sleep. See ya in the morning baby brother. Loves."

Drake muttered an "I love you too" as she disappeared back into her bed chambers. "Well there you go. All's well."

Elsa watched the back of his head as he walked away. "So? That's it?" She hurried after him. "She just says 'no' and that's it."

He shrugged. "Technically she's in charge of this mission, so what she says goes."

Elsa found that odd. "But aren't you—"

"Yes I'm the Dragon Knight, but she's older than me and more experienced." Seemingly frustrated, he kept talking out loud. "I was about a year behind in my training, meaning I'm a year behind going on out on assignments, so what Cynthia says goes. So what if this is my first assignment, I can still have—"

"—wait, wait, this is your first assignment?"

Drake stopped in his tracks, groaning as if he had said something he wasn't supposed to. "Yes, well, yes Technically this is my first assignment. I've assisted in a few, but for the most part, yes."

Elsa wasn't sure what to do with this. On the one hand she wasn't sure how much she wanted someone inexperienced handling such a delicate situation. On the other hand she didn't feel one hundred percent ready to become queen, but she had to be for the sake of her people, perhaps for Drake it was the same thing? Drake had to start his journey as a Knight somewhere, whether he was ready or not. Still, why did he have to start here.

She sighed. "You should get some sleep." Clasping her hands together she turned around and began walking towards her own room. "Sleep well." She didn't turn around, but she had a feeling that Drake stood there, still kicking himself for his slip up.