There is a special blue that the sky turns at dusk, an almost periwinkle . The blizzard had settled for the night, and the sky was almost clear, save for a small bank of clouds that approached slowly from the horizon. Along the edge of the Valley of Living Rock, Kristoff and Sven followed behind Queen Anna, who followed a small flame that bounced happily along in front of her. Mattias had been sent back to the kingdom under Anna's strict orders.

Kristoff walked up behind her, the snow melted in her wake.

"Anna, are you sure this is going to lead us to Goran?" He asked Anna's retreating back. "I don't know how, but yes...I can just feel it." she replied, her attention still focused on the little flame. Kristoff looked back at Sven and shrugged. The little flame cast a light in front of them, creating a hallway of light through the encroaching dark- it was leading them away from anywhere Kristoff recognized, which made him nervous. A twig snapped and he saw Anna's head twitch at the sound. "Maybe we should stop, take a rest." he suggested, laying a hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off.

"No. We can't stop. We have to find Goran. We have to stop Hans."

The flame grew brighter at her words. Kristoff looked at her, worried.

"Anna, we've been traveling all day- it took us at least three days to get to the Forest before, Hans can't be there already. Please just rest." he tried again to reach for her, but she swung around at him. "NO, Kristoff!." the flame grew, the heat forced Kristoff away from her. He stayed back, but he was angry now. "Anna you're not thinking clearly!"

That's when it happened. Anna yelled in frustration and the flame engulfed some of the surrounding trees, sending them up in flames. A tree branch came down between them; Anna stood, glowering at Kristoff, her hands still in flames.

"I am sick and tired of everyone telling me to calm down, change how I am. This is who I am, Kristoff! I am not going to stop until Hans is dead. And you can't stop me."

Kristoff had never seen her so angry. He tried to reason with her, to talk her down.

"You're going to kill Hans? Anna I don't-" ''I don't want to hear it! I'm not asking- I'm telling you; I'm going to kill Hans-and you can't stop me." She shot a ball of fire at the nearest tree and it dissolved into ash, covering the clearing where they stood in a grey cloud.

Ashe filled Kristoff's lungs and eyes, and he collapsed on the ground, choking for breath.

When the grey cloud finally cleared, the trees were smoking menacingly, and Anna was nowhere to be seen.

The Northuldra weren't about to give up their Fifth Spirit without a fight- but they were no match for Hans. When Elsa hit the ground, Honeymaren led the charge through the ring of fire.

But Hans was stronger, and hungry for blood. He burned their village, their homes, to the ground. The reindeer scattered in fear of the flames, and the people of the tribe were badly injured from his attacks. Honeymaren didn't give up until she was within feet of Hans. She attacked him with vengeance, and when she struck him, he struck back.

Honeymaren was sprawled on the hard ground, the last defense for the queen of ice and snow, who was dragged away from the people she had sworn to protect.

Anna made her way through the darkness. The little flame had led her farther and farther from where she had left Kristoff, which stirred worry in a very small part of her, a quiet protest that she should go back, that she shouldn't have left him in the first place. The rest of her was consumed with getting to Hans as fast as possible, before he could hurt anyone else.

The little flame bounced ahead of her, until it suddenly stopped. It had led them to a steep cliff face. At the top of the cliff Anna could see a cave opening, from which there was wispy green smoke spiraling.

She knew she was in the right place.

"GORAN!"

She shouted with all she had, the sound ricocheting through the valley. She saw no way to get up the cliff, but she was determined to see the man who had caused all this chaos.

The silence that followed was infuriating.

"GORAN!" She shouted again. What? does he have something better to do? She thought to herself, her hands starting to grow hotter.

"GORAN!"

"Will you stop that shouting? The whole forest can hear you." came a voice from behind her.

Anna jumped, flames erupting on both sides of her. She turned to see who had spoken.

An old man with a long white beard and staff stood on the edge of the forest, a basket of what looked like berries sat in the snow beside him. He was staring at Anna with what looked like confused awe. "Goran?" Anna asked, her flames diminishing to a dim glow. The man snorted and picked up his basket. "Who wants to know? Is the kingdom in shambles now that I'm gone?" He walked away with his nose in the air. "What? No, Arendelle's never been better- they- we have a new queen." Goran stopped, then turned to look at her. "What...did you say?" "We have a new queen- and she needs your help." Goran raised his eyebrows and looked slyly at Anna. "Oh ho hoooo I see! The moment I leave the king dies of heartbreak, and suddenly a woman requires my high guidance to run the kingdom...yes yes I knew it would come down to this." He was twisting his beard around his fingers, apparently lost in thought. "Ahem." Anna coughed. Goran snapped back to reality. "I'm sorry what did you want? Are you here to take me back to Arendelle? Because I'm sorry the curse against me forbids me from entering its grounds. I cast it myself, I should know." Anna was confused "But if you cast the curse, surely you should be able to undo it." Goran shook his head. "Alas. I knew what I was capable of, and when the king brought my angry, jealous side to my attention, I cast myself out of Arendelle in shame…" Goran hung his head. "I never wished to harm the king or his kingdom- each day I grew jealous of his power over his people, and that grew into a flame I could not control" his eyes were downcast, but a smile was forming over his lips

"...but you'd know all about that, wouldn't you, Queen Anna?"

"How did you know-" Anna started, but Goran waved his hand to dismiss her. "Everyone always asks me 'But how did you KNOW?'" He laughed dryly. "I'm a psychic! I'm a magician! It's kind of WHAT I DO!" He continued to laugh until it became a maddening cackle. He collapsed into the snow, clutching his sides and gasping for breath. Anna was shocked. This was the almighty wizard she had come so far to meet? This is who her sister's life depended on? "Goran...GORAN please I need your help!" she shouted, her frustration clear in the catch in her throat. Goran froze, eyeing her suspiciously. "What do you want from me?"

"Shouldn't you already know that?" Anna crossed her arms and scowled. Goran rolled his eyes and got out of the snow. "It's impolite to just KNOW everything, my dear. But yes, the man who was here but a fortnight ago. He is why you are here." Anna's stomach dropped. This proved it.

"I need you to take away his powers. Now, please." Goran scoffed "you think I can just SNAP MY FINGERS and he'll go back to the way he was before? No! Gods...these things take TIME, they take PREPARATION! The potion alone takes weeks to make, and the moon is in the wrong position…" he began to pace, gesturing as he spoke to himself. "Goran, please, please, I'm begging you, is there anything you can do TONIGHT? My sister's life depends on it!" Anna clutched her hands together. "No, afraid not. I'm sorry but there is absolutely nothing I can do to help yo-GAH WHAT ARE YOU DOING" Anna had leaped forward and grabbed the front of Goran's robes and pulled him to face her- they were nearly nose to nose when she spoke. "I am warning you, Goran- if my sister dies because you decided you wanted to play God and give a mad-man control over fire, then I will make sure that you suffer more than you can imagine." Looking into her green eyes, Goran saw nothing but burning anger. His robe had started to smoke under her palms. "Okay okay I'll help you!" He squeaked. She dropped his robes and he staggered backwards. Once he had gotten far enough away, he looked her up and down, then wordlessly beckoned her to follow him.

"The man, he came here with the desire to protect his people- from a sorceress who commanded the elements of ice and snow." Goran spoke in a quiet voice- they were in a small cave in the forest, walking through a tunnel to the top of the cliff. A strange, musty sent filled the tunnel as they walked. "He said he needed the powers to protect. I didn't...I didn't see the outcome…Oh but it had been so long since I had performed a ritual- I had missed the feeling." Goran looked wistfully into the distance as he spoke. Anna sighed, agitated.

"But he didn't need to defend his people. He HAS NO PEOPLE. My sister isn't the type to attack for no reason! She's not even that open to people she LIKES! She has boundary issues for goodness sake... He just wants to kill her for her throne...I mean my throne." Anna was panicking. Hans must have found Elsa by now, this was taking too long.

"Do not be afraid, my queen. I have something that will help you, and cure you and this deceptive man of your powers." "I am not afraid." Anna said immediately- Goran looked over his shoulder at her. "Good."

They came to the end of the tunnel, which opened up to the cave Anna had seen before. The whole place was filled with the orange glow of the fire, along with boxes of berries and bottles. Anna waited by the mouth of the tunnel while Goran puttered around, shifting boxes and peering at the faded labels of bottles.

"I know it's around here somewhere."

A few more minutes went by when finally he held up a small vial triumphantly. "Yes! Here it is." a little vial, unassuming in size or color, but when he placed it in Anna's hands, she felt a surge of energy flow through her. "If this comes in contact with that man, it will strip him of all of his power-but...It may kill him." Anna didn't hesitate.

"That is a chance I'm willing to take."