Kristoff
I wanted to murder that filthy man. How dare he not only take over my sister's country and take my wife, but going after my eight year old niece!? He was very lucky I couldn't move. Perhaps, even more lucky that Elsa couldn't move. If looks could kill, he'd be nothing more than a smoking pile of dirt. The temperature dropped a couple degrees, but nothing drastic.
"Matthew! You said we were going to send them to a school in England, or an orphanage somewhere! You promised not to hurt them!" Anna yelled. He did nothing except kiss her. Her anger seemed to melt away.
"No, I promised not to hurt your daughter. This one is just as much a witch as her mother!" Anna suddenly smirked and nodded. Strange.
"My mom is not a witch!" Ella declared. She seemed surprisingly calm. Matthew rolled his eyes. The little girl darted away from the guards and forced them to chase her, comically, around the stage for a bit. She finally climbed up on to the chair and sat smirking at the king. He glared back.
"Secure the child!" He demanded. It took all the guards, but eventually, Ella was placed in the chair and secured with the the leather straps. I knew the pistol at Elsa's back was only thing that kept the platform as warm as it was. Heck, it was the only thing keeping both of us from coating the stage in the tyrant's blood. Ella remained still, smirk never faltering. Matthew grabbed a clicker. He must have remembered Elsa's comments from before, because he turned to taunt her. "Say goodbye to your precious child. Better hope they let you send letters from Heaven to the Underworld."
"Don't you dare hurt her!" Elsa hissed. Matthew just shook his head and walked up to her. He looked ready to taunt her further, but Elsa beat him to it, mumbling something only he could hear. He again went red in the face. After a brief glaring contest, he punched her in the jaw. It was not enough to knock her down, but she stumbled back a step. I thought I heard something snap.
"Bad move, Matt."
"Mommy!" Ella started struggling for the first time. She couldn't move against the straps. Once she recovered from her shock, Elsa just looked Matthew dead in the eye. She didn't say anything else. Instead, she spat a blood-covered tooth at his face. He wiped it off indignantly.
"I'm surprised the blood was liquid. I didn't think witches like you could be warm blooded." He laughed. "I think I could make a nice witch-tooth necklace out of these."
"That doesn't even exist!" I yelled. He rolled his eyes. Anger boiled inside me. Nobody hurts my niece, and nobody hurts my sister! If we survived this, he was as good as dead. He was going to have to pray Elsa got to him before I did.
"Say goodbye," Matthew hissed, turning back to address the crowd. He came to the front of the platform. He jammed his thumb down on the button.
Suddenly, all the guards began to shutter and vibrate as sparks flew from the back of the chair. Matthew and Anna both jumped from surprise, stumbling off the platform. Ella froze her restraints, shattering them with a sharp jolt upward. She jumped on of the chair and ran to where we were standing. Elsa and I stood there in shock.
"How did you do that?" Elsa and I unanimously asked Ella as she worked to undo the rope around my wrists.
"I'll explain later. Right now, we have to get out of here." She created a little snowman who took the key to Elsa's cuffs and both pistols. Once Elsa was free, and we each had one of the guns, the girls created a virtual smoke bomb out of frost and snow. Then we just ran. I glanced back only once. Nobody appeared to have followed us as we disappeared into the forest.