Hans brought Elsa to the edge of the Dark Sea. She floated behind him on a cloud of smoke, like some demended magic trick.
Once they arrived at its shores, the wind was howling from the oncoming second wave of the blizzard. Hans dropped Elsa's limp body at the edge of the waves, then drew his sword. He positioned it over her, the sword tip just grazing the front of her clothes. Hans took a deep breath. He was so close, all he had to do is plunge the sword into her heart, and he would be one step away from being the King of Arendelle. He looked at her pale face against the dark grey of the beach- she looked calm, peaceful.
Almost dead.
He pulled the sword a little higher, bolstering his will. "Come on...COME ON." he shouted, his voice lost in the wind.
But he couldn't do it. This isn't how he wanted to win. There was no honor or skill in this.
He was still standing over her, sword in position, when a roaring voice broke through the sound of the wind and crashing waves.
"HANS!"
He whipped his head around and growled.
Kristoff was at the edge of where the trees met the beach. Astride Sven, he looked as regal and feral as one could be at the same time.
The reindeer king was there to defend his family.
"Let's finish this, bastard." Hans said under his breath.
"I will have my victory."
Kristoff had been riding for miles, shouting for Anna. He was angry that she had left him, but he was more worried about finding her. He could be mad at her once he knew she was alive.
He couldn't think how she disappear among the trees he knew so well, without leaving a trace. There were no tracks. The blizzard had blown the snow over them, and there was no path of melted snow- it was as if she had simply vanished.
And that made Kristoff nervous.
Sven groaned beneath him. "It's okay buddy- I'm sure she's okay." Kristoff patted Svens neck, which perked the reindeer somewhat. Then Sven stopped, frozen. His ears were pricked, listening for something.
"What is it Sven?" Kristoff strained his ears, then he heard it; Through the wind and the snow that swirled above the trees, there was the faint sound of waves crashing. .
"Come on bud." Kristoff steered Sven towards the sound, feeling, for the first time in a while, claustrophobic in the woods.
They came to the edge of the forest; as his eyes adjusted to the sudden wind and snow, Krisotff saw a figure with bright red hair staring over the ocean. "Anna!?" Kristoff felt his heart lift. But the figure was too skinny, too frail to be Anna...the hair was too short… Then he saw the body.
"HANS!"
It was a sight to see, the battle that ensued. Kristoff rode across the beach at Hans, who ran towards him. With the waves crashing in the background, Hans threw an orange fire blast at him, knocking Kristoff back. This continued awhile- Kristoff gaining ground, then being pushed back by Hans, then charging again. Finally, Hans tired and Kristoff urged Sven forward, dodging another fireball and kicking Hans square in the chest, flattening him to the ground. Kristoff dismounted and pinned Hans beneath him. his face was inches from his. "You don't deserve my mercy." He growled, pulling a rope from his belt. Kristoff tied his limbs and left him there.
Hans struggled against the bonds. Kristoff, breathing heavily, looked down at the weasel of a man beneath him. Hans started to say something- Kristoff brought his boot down and skull met shore.
The prince was silent.
Kristoff heaved a sigh of relief, the tension slowly releasing from his form.
But it only lasted a moment. His eyes caught the glittering of ice. "Elsa. Elsa!" Kristoff ran to her, but she was still as lifeless as before. He tried to move her, but the ice around her had anchored itself into the sand, and wouldn't budge.
He slumped down beside her, not daring to look at her lifeless face- a tear stung his eye.
The only sound was that of the waves and the blood pounding in his ears.