Disclaimer: I do not own HP or Frozen, as if I did, I would be able to afford college
Sorry for the wait guys; I have been busy with work and life. And then my computer broke so it only works sometimes. But hopefully the worst is behind me!
Anyway, enough about me, onto the REAL reason you're here!
Watching Anna and the blonde man talking to a living snowman, Harry froze, being reminded of the days when he and Elsa would combine their magicks to create similar constructs. Drawing himself out of his memories, he turned and continued back through the snow in the direction he had been heading before noticing the unlikely trio.
Pulling himself up a nearby tree, he quickly made his way to the canopy. Gazing out over the frozen desolation that Arendelle had become, he quickly spotted something glittering and shining up on the mountain. Scowling at the sun, Harry climbed back down from the tree.
'If only I could see what's up there… I can't get a clear view thanks to the glare'
Trudging through the snow, he slid back down and began to make his way over another snowdrift. Seeing the steep slope, he got an idea. Directing his ice powers to his feet, he created a large flat chunk of ice shaped like a crude sled. Leaning down and forwards, he whispered to himself.
"I hope this works!"
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Christophe sighed, chasing after Sven, Anna, and this talking popsicle, Olaf. Catching up the rest of the group, he yelped as he fell forwards onto his face. Picking himself up out of the snow, he froze.
"Guys? Are we sure this is a good idea?" he said, gulping at the icicle a few inches away from his face.
"I mean, how exactly are you going to stop this weather?"
"Oh, I am going to talk to my sister." Anna replied.
"That's your plan? My ice business is riding on you talking to your sister?"
"Yep."
Freezing in place, Christophe felt something poke his nose and stopped, before moving around yet another icicle. Gaping at Olaf casually impaling himself on another icy spear, he shook his head and caught up to Anna and Sven, helping the small snowman remove himself from the ice.
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Climbing yet another tree, Harry looked towards the summit of the mountain. Gasping in wonder at the icy palace on the peak, he nearly fell out of the tree in surprise when he felt the tree shake. Looking down, he saw a bear rubbing it's back against the tree to scratch an itch. Looking around for any way to avoid the bear, he sighed, before settling himself on a branch.
'Damn this bear! I don't have enough space to draw my sword without falling out of the tree and he'll hear me if I try to slip down without him noticing'
Resigning himself to wait, Harry looked over towards the palace.
"I'm coming, Elsa."
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Trudging through the snow, Harry cursed again as he looked at the sun's position in the sky. That bear had delayed him far too long. Reaching the top of the rocky outcropping, he smiled as he saw the palace in all of its glory.
'Magnificent! Just like the woman who made it'
Harry froze, going back over what he had just thought.
'No! Elsa's my best friend. She's always been amazing, so nothing's changed!'
Shaking his head, he looked down towards the path and gasped, seeing all of the horses outside of the palace. Running forward and sliding down the hill, he pulled himself free of the snow and rushed towards the group. Before he could get close, a mound of snow next to the staircase up to the palace shifted.
Before Harry could react, a massive golem made of ice and snow rose and began to attack the men outside. Kneeling behind a block of ice, Harry watched as the men's attacks did nothing to the beast. Seeing the door burst open, Harry's face contorted in anger as he watched two of the Duke of Weselton's soldiers burst through the door and into the palace. Harry cried out in surprise as he felt the odd sensation of being squeezed through a tube, before finding himself in front of the smashed doors.
Looking back to where the men were battling the golem still, he turned back towards the palace and ran inside, his hand on his sword. Harry growled, making his way up the stairs as the men went into the room Elsa had just ran into. Bursting into the room as one of the men shot their crossbow, Harry cried out.
"NO!"
Elsa, surprised by Harry's cry, turned and took the crossbow bolt in her shoulder. As Elsa fell to the floor with a scream, blood already seeping through her dress, Harry saw red. As one of the men turned towards Harry, the other turned and pointed his crossbow towards Elsa.
"It's a shame we have to kill you. I'd have liked to of had a bit of fun first." The man said, before aiming at her heart.
Time seemed to slow as Harry began to feel his heartbeat picking up. Growling, he smelled something burning and glanced down at his hands. Seeing the arcs of white death running through his fingers, he pointed his hands, palm out, towards the men.
"No one is dying today. Except for you two." Before the two men could react, Lightning burst from Harry's palms and threw the two men back, their screams echoing through the room and out into the rest of the palace.
Smirking darkly as the two who had DARED to hurt Elsa died in agony, Harry heard a crack. Turning, he took a step forward before being knocked over, passing out as his head hit the ground.
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Hans yelled to his men to hurry up as they ran through the palace, hearing the screams coming from the upper floor. Bursting into the room, he saw Elsa on the ground with a crossbow bolt in her shoulder, nearly unconscious from blood loss. But what drew his attention and what was causing the screams, was a man wreathed in light throwing bolts of electricity at the two men the Duke had sent.
Seeing the chandelier hanging above the being's head, Hans grabbed the crossbow from the ground and shot the fastening holding it to the ceiling. Hearing the crack, the man turned towards them and took a step forwards, before being knocked back as shrapnel from the chandelier hit him.
"Quickly! Secure him and the Queen! Someone go check on the Duke's men." Hans commanded.
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Groaning as she awoke, Elsa sat up, hissing in pain as her shoulder stretched.
Gasping as she remembered, she tried to stand up and run to the door, but fell back as chains bound her to the floor. Looking down at her hands, she gasped, seeing how the metal enclosed her whole hand. Turning as the door opened, she saw Hans walk into the room.
"Why did you bring me here? And where's Harry?" Elsa asked, glaring at Hans.
"I couldn't just let them kill you. And Harry? You mean the man who killed the Duke of Weselton's men?"
"He… what?" Elsa gasped, going quiet.
"The men who burst into the room back in the mountains… he killed them. We could hear their screams from outside. By the time we got up to where you all were, there was nothing we could do." Hans said, looking at the ground.
"Why am I here? I'm a danger to Arendelle. Where's Anna?" Elsa asked, trying to move away from the idea that her best friend killed those two men.
'I can't believe he would do that. My Har- best friend. My best friend.'
"Anna hasn't returned. If you would just stop the winter… Bring back summer… Please."
"Don't you see? I can't. You have to tell them to let me go. Just let me and Harry go and we'll go far away from Arendelle. We'll never come back."
Hans looked down, before looking back up at her.
"I will do what I can for you."
"And what about Harry?"
"He must stand trial for the murder of two soldiers of Weselton. I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do for him except push for a painless death."
Sitting down numbly on the bed as he left, Elsa began to sob softly, as she felt her heart break.
"Harry…"
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Harry groaned, his head feeling heavy. After a few seconds, he felt his head begin to clear. Moving to stand, Harry heard the sound of metal rubbing on metal. Looking around the cell he had found himself in, he saw that his hands were bound in a metal cage, the metal curving in such a way that if he generated any lightning whatsoever, the metal would direct it right back into him.
Turning towards the doorway, he saw the Duke of Weselton walk into the cell. Standing behind a white line of chalk on the floor, he looked at Harry with disdain.
"Hmph. The ruffian I encountered in the halls of the palace. How… quaint. So you're the one who killed my men. I'll have to remember to have them rough you up a bit before the end."
Harry launched himself forward, intent on questioning the man about where Elsa was, but he felt himself pulled back. Following the chain back, he saw that he was chained to the wall, and he could go no further than the chalk line.
"When I get out of here, if I find out you had anything to do with your men attempting to kill Elsa, you will regret it. I'll make you regret it."
"Ooh. Was that a threat? To a nobleman?"
"Not a threat. A promise."
The Duke snapped his fingers, causing the door to open and two more men clothed in the garb of the Weselton security force entered the cell. They walked up and stood behind the Duke, who smirked at Harry before turning to the two men.
"You two! This man murdered two of your fellow soldiers in cold blood as they tried to defend Arendelle's interests. Make sure he understands what happened when you make the mistake of crossing me." He ordered.
The two men grinned, before advancing on Harry, pulling clubs from their sides and beginning to beat the chained elemental.
'I'm sorry Elsa. I failed.'
Well then. Things took a darker turn partway through that one. I honestly didn't plan for Harry to get that dark that quick, but righteous anger can do crazy things to the human mind. Anyway, that all for now folks! I'll see you all in the next installment of Frozen Flames, or any of my other works.
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