"Fire!" shouted a man in the crowd outside the castle. All at once, the jovial atmosphere of the expectant crowd turned to panic as the people of Arendelle realised their kingdom was burning.
While everyone else rushed to attend to the fires in the town, Freya made her way into Arendelle castle itself. There, she found a handful of royal staff who were preparing for the wedding reception.
"I'm sorry young lady," a footman said to Freya, "I'm afraid you can't come in here until the wedding ceremony has concluded."
"Haven't you heard?" Freya replied, feigning panic. "The wedding is off! The town is on fire!"
"What?" the footman replied. Freya grabbed him by the lapel and beckoned him to the front door. She pointed at the plumes of smoke billowing from the town. The footman could hear the panicked calls from the people outside the castle.
"The town is ablaze!" the footman shouted. "We must go!" The rest of the staff gathered at the door, then ran out towards the town, leaving Freya in the castle on her own.
She walked to the portrait gallery and stood in front of all the wedding presents. Curious, she picked up a blue box that was wrapped in a silver bow, and held it against her ear. She rattled it, then opened it and took out a stunning diamond necklace. She stared at it in fascination for a few seconds before putting it down and opening more boxes. The opulence and beauty of each of the gifts made her jealous. She threw them to the floor then cast a circle of fire around them, leaving them all to burn.
Freya walked into the dining room and saw that it was laid out for the wedding reception. Hundreds of plates were lined up, full of delicately prepared canapes. A five-tier wedding cake stood proudly in the middle of the room. Freya picked up a canape, sniffed it, then ate it. She opened her eyes wide as she savoured the taste. She nodded to herself in satisfaction, then tried a few more. "These are too good!" she thought to herself. "Too good for anyone else!" she decided as she sent jets of flame over the tables, burning all the food to a crisp.
While the rest of the room was on fire, Freya walked over to the wedding cake. She had to look upwards to see the top of it given how tall it was, and she saw little figures of Anna and Kristoff, crafted out of marzipan. She clambered up onto the table and picked up the bride and groom.
"Aren't you two cute!" she said to herself. "You don't know how lucky you are to have each other," she said as she shook her head.
After placing the figures to one side, Freya stuck a finger in the cake and had a taste of it. "Mmm, delicious!" she thought to herself. "Such a shame to let it go to waste. Oh well!" With that, she cast her fire over the table, ruining the cake.
Freya made her way through the rest of the castle. The ballroom, the kitchen, the library, nothing was safe from her flames. She went up the grand staircase, and started throwing fireballs into the bedrooms. The fireballs exploded, shattering the windows and sending debris flying out through the doors. She stopped when she came across two paintings.
The first showed the Arendellian royal family when Elsa was around seven years old. It depicted Elsa and Anna's parents, King Agnarr and Queen Iduna together. Anna and Elsa stood at their feet. It made Freya pause for a second. She stared at it intently. She'd never seen family unity like it. The scene brought a tear to her eye.
Then she looked at the second painting, and it was much more familiar to her. She recognised Anna and Elsa, as well as Kristoff and Sven, who she'd seen at the altar. As she took in the love and affection shown in the painting she breathed deeply, her bottom lip wobbled, and tears rolled down her cheeks. She looked down at her hands, and saw that her fingers were taught and that fires were building up in her palms. She gritted her teeth, stared at the paintings, then lifted her hands above her head and screamed. As she threw her arms forwards, tremendous jets of flame shot from her hands, annihilating the paintings. She overbalanced and fell forwards onto her knees, then propped herself up with her arms in exhaustion. She closed her eyes as her tears dropped onto the floor. As the flames built up around her, she curled up into a ball and sobbed. She then looked up, and saw the fires consuming the castle. After shooting to her feet she dried her tears, then ran back down the stairs.
As Arendelle burned, the foreign wedding guests ran back to the harbour and boarded their ships.
"Zut alors! Tout est en feu!" the French ambassador cried as he ran onto his ship. "Allez maintenant!"
"Weigh anchor! Set sail!" the Irish dignitary shouted as he hastily boarded his vessel. They all left as quickly as they could.
With the castle ablaze, Freya went back to the town to revel in the panic as everyone tried to put out the fires. She saw a man with a full bucket of water run towards his house. She turned herself into a fireball, flew to the front of the house and emerged laying on the street next to it, propping her head up with her arm.
"Oh I wouldn't bother putting out that fire, I'll just start a new one," she casually said to the man, who looked terrified. The man threw the water on the fire, and Freya leaned over and shot another fireball into the house. "See?" she said gleefully, laughing to herself.
She continued to walk along the streets, throwing the odd fireball into empty houses while everyone around her was desperately scrambling to put out the fires. She laughed out loud as she witnessed the carnage. The fire in her eyes burned brightly and flames shot from her hair like sparks.
A man marched up to her and pointed his finger in her face. "It's you!" he shouted. "You're the one who set fire to our town!"
Freya stared at him and opened her palm, creating a fireball in it. She held it up to him and smirked. He started to back away.
"Yes, I set fire to Arendelle," she declared. "And just what are you going to do about it?" she asked.
The man looked terrified, shook his head and ran away. Freya held the fire up to anyone else who happened to be close by, causing everyone to back away from her.
Amongst the bedlam was Olaf, who was running around with a bucket of water.
"Which house needs this water most?" he called out. "That one? Or this one? Or this one here?" he cried as he kept changing direction. Eventually he tripped up over his own feet. The water went flying forwards and landed right on Freya, who screamed as it covered her. She was soaked from head to toe.
"Why you clumsy, little...what even are you?" Freya said furiously as she picked Olaf up by his head, unwittingly detaching it from his body.
"Hi, I'm Olaf, and I like warm hugs," Olaf replied casually, "although, not quite as warm as yours," he quipped.
The townspeople noticed that something was different about Freya. She was drenched in water, and she appeared duller than before. There were no flames in her eyes, and no fire came from her hands, feet, or hair.
"She's lost her powers!" someone shouted.
"Get her!" came a call from a soldier.
Freya threw Olaf's head at the soldier then turned and tried to run. She knew that if she could just get dry, she'd get her powers back. A townsperson jumped on her and tried to hold her down on the floor, but she bit his hand and he released her. The soldier caught up, grabbed her and held her hands behind her back.
"Quick, throw more water on her!" the soldier called. Another man threw a bucket of water over Freya's head, causing her to scream.
Word got round that Freya had been caught in the town. Elsa got news of this and went to find her, putting out fires with her powers as she went. More soldiers, including General Mattias, had reached Freya and were keeping her restrained, occasionally dumping buckets of water on her to stop her powers returning.
Elsa saw Freya and walked up to her, relieved that she was powerless and being held.
"Yes, well done, you've worked out my weakness," Freya shouted sarcastically. "I have fire powers and I'm vulnerable to water. How long did it take you to figure that out, genius?"
Elsa sighed in frustrated relief, but she knew that as Freya was no longer free, she could deal with the fires properly. Elsa held up her arms and a huge cloud appeared over Arendelle. From it came a blizzard of sleet and snow. It soon enveloped the castle and the whole town. The temperature plummeted and people folded their arms and chattered their teeth. Within a matter of seconds, all the fires were out. As quickly as it had appeared, the cloud vanished, leaving the brief impression of a snowflake in the sky, before the weather returned to the warmth of a glorious summer's day.
Freya looked up in amazement. She already knew that Elsa was stronger than she was, but this was something else. Freya knew that Elsa must have a secret to her power. She was convinced that Elsa couldn't have become that strong on her own.
"Now," said Elsa sternly, looking Freya in the eyes, "what do you have to say for yourself?"
"I taught you all a lesson," Freya said through gritted teeth while looking up at Elsa. "Now the whole world knows what the Fire Queen can do!"
General Mattias made a suggestion. "We can take her to the castle. We have cells there that are made of stone, she can't burn through that."
Elsa agreed. "Just make sure you've got plenty of water," she added. With that, the soldiers dragged Freya away, kicking and screaming.
A townsperson saw Freya being taken away, and threw a bucket of water over her, causing her to scream again.
"That's for ruining everything!" the townsperson yelled.
"Hey, get back!" Mattias shouted at him. "We're taking care of this!" he yelled as Freya was taken to the castle.