A/N: ALMOST SIX HUUUUUUNDRED REVIEWS! This story is nearly at that mark! You guys are the best! When I first created this story I never once thought that it would graduate to become the massive and phenomenal hit that it is to day! And to top it all off, this is my longest chapter to date! Reviews inspire me to write like this so I just want to say...

...THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH!

Still I return again! Things have been absolutely crazy for me as of the last few months what with the surgeries and all, but now at long last, I feel I can devote my attentions to this fic anew as I've intended to do! Of course, now that they're not cutting me OPEN anymore to work on my heart I've also come up with a quite a few new ideas! I can promise ya'll that the next few chappys are going to be nothing short of absolutely brilliant! So sorry for the wait! There's a bit of a long author's note this time, because there are a few matters I want to address.

But I also want to bring something to your attention. I've been putting this off for a while, but this needed to be done. I have PURGED many of my older works. That's right, I've delted or adopted off many of the stories that I will no longer be continuing. Fear not, my most popular fics will remain, but most of my old stuff from back in 2008 and 2009, when I had no idea what I was doing is being all but removed from the site. Out with the old, in with the new, as they say! Still, if anyone is interested in any of my old stuff, say the word and its yours to continue. But I've held ya'll up long enough!

Now that we've addressed all those issues, I just wanted to say: Thank you. To all of you who reviewed and have yet to review, and especially those who noticed my improved writing style. You all know who you are. I look forward to hearing more from you as we continue down the strange, convulted path that is this story. I honestly cannot believe I've already gotten so many reviews for all these chapters, and now the count is so damn high I could cry with joy! Hopefully I won't dissapoint you guys!

But I've held ya'll up long enough! Now...

...onto the next chapter! =D Fair warning, typo last chapter. I meant to have Itachi say a few DAYS before they reached the Elemental Nations. Not hours. My apologies! But how did Akatsuki find and respond so quickly to Naruto? You'll soon see...

And that bit about the fire needing oxygen to burn, well, you'll just see what I really meant. After all, there's oxygen inside our bodies, too. Not to mention the prospect of boiling blood. AND A WARNING! Anna experiences a major, and pivotal change in this chapter! Ye who do not like violence and gruesome death, be warned!

"I am fire. Life. Love! Fury. Death!"

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Elemental

Anna wept.

Hot, angry tears streaked down her cheeks, her eyes red and puffy as she sobbed into her hands. The sound was muffled and weak against her palms, made hoarse by her hands.

She didn't know how long she sat there in her sister's bed, how long it'd been since she'd locked herself away, sequestering herself in Elsa's chambers. How long had it been? Minutes? Hours? She wasn't sure. Only that the sun hadn't yet set-she could still see the fading orb burning through her window-as it inevitably edged closer and closer to the ocean horizons, its resplendent rays casting tiny shards of light onto her reddened eyes and despondent face.

Twilight was nearly upon the kingdom of Arendelle, and with it came an awful feeling, filling her with dread. It was as if an abyss had opened open deep within her-swallowing up her heart, mind, body and soul. T'was a terrible, horrible sensation, one she couldn't shake no matter how hard she tried.

'I miss him...'

Ah, there was the truth of it.

She missed Naruto more than she missed the air in her lungs, more than even Elsa. Every second he was gone was one she spent in mourning, an eternity of pain and anguish. Not even Olaf could cheer her up now-the full weight of what she was losing-what she'd already lose all those years ago-had firmly settled onto her shoulders like a wet blanket, weighing her down.

She missed him so much and it hurt. It hurt it hurt it hurthurthurthurthurt...

Natsu offered a reassuring squeak, nuzzling his tiny snout into her shoulder in a vain attempt to comfort her. She didn't have the strength to push him away. At her feet Naruto's hearthstone beat furiously, its relentless pounding roaring in her ears like the drums of a great hunt out for her blood. Words. The source of her sorrow. This is for your own good. I'll be back. Don'tcha worry. Words in her head and knives in her heart, even as she tried to curl into a ball amidst the sheets and wish the world away.

Maybe-

Then someone kicked down the door with a deafening crash. A flash of blond hair-no, not Naruto-registered in her peripheals. Blearily, she raised her gaze. In that same instant, Natsu raised his hackles and hissed from his perch upon her shoulder, but the noise died away into a pleased purr when he recognized the young man in question.

Kristoff?

"Anna!" There was a terrified look in his eyes, but the emotion somehow failed to register with her in her numbed state. "Run! They're here for you!"

A moment of silence passed. Natsu growled again, a tiny, warbling hiss that didsn't stop. Anxiety finally took hold, tugging Anna back to reality.

"Wha?"

"You need to-

Whatever else he might've said ended in a bloody gurgle as a sword sprouted from his chest. Anna screamed. Shrieked, as blood spattered the floor and her face, screamed as the mountain main slumped forward onto the floor with a wet gurgle, the blade still sticking through his heart. He was dead before he even hit the ground.

She had just enough time to recognize the black and red cloaks before they swarmed into the room, weapons drawn. Belatedly, she recognized one of the castle's staff-a man by the name of Ignacius-standing amongst them. "There! That's the one! That's the witch's sister!" The man shouted, pointing at her. "Take her!"

Natsu shrieked and shot forward like an bolt from a crossbow to defend her, but a single swat sent the dragonling sprawling, slamming his tiny body into a wall. He did not rise again. A sword flashed in the fading lights of the sun. By the narrowest margin she stepped back in a narrow dodge-her hair falling from its twin, severing her

Aghast, Anna scrambled backwards like a drunken crab, at their approach, stopping only when a walll prevented her retreat. The men in cloaks advanced, Ignacius guarding the rear. Why? Anna struggled to understand it, to comprehend. Why would a trusted servant turn her over her to these men? He'd called her the sister of a witch. She didn't understand why...oh. Oh. Cold, cruel, bitter realization dawned. It was as though she had been missing something, one small puzzle piece, and now it snapped into place.

For poor Anna, who'd never known a violent soul, never had a single, nasty thought in her mind until this very day, it was almost too much for her to bear.

They were here to capture her. These were the men and women Itachi had spoken of; the ones he'd warned would do whatever it took to capture Naruto and Elsa. Fury flooded her at the thought, a spark swimming up in her dark eyes as the men advanced on her. Something snapped. She couldn't think of anything else to describe the lurching sensation; one moment she was weak and powerless, all but helpless before her intruders, vulnerable and fragile, like so much glass. The next instant, she wasn't.

Water.

She suddenly saw it everywhere in the form of whispy blue threads; extending outward from the air, from herself...and from the man who'd come to kill her. From Ignacius. From the man who'd murdered Kristoff. Then she felt it. The anger. She didn't want to die here. Not like this. Not without telling him. Naruto! Like a great azure ocean crashing over her head the power came, forcing her down, drowning her...

...awakening something she'd never known.

In a fit of panicked pique, not knowing what she was doing, Anna reached for it.

Everything changed.

Her eyes flashed blue. Her hand snapped up. Then the man froze. He didn't turn to ice, he simply stopped moving. His expression frozen in horror. Anna reached into the water within him and pulled. He screamed, body twisting unaturally as bend it to her will, limbs contorting at odd, horrible angles. As though she were bending his very blood. Anna tugged harder. And then, just like that, he shriveled. Before her very eyes, he seemed to shrivel within the cloak, turned to a husk as water poured from every orifice. He didn't even have time to scream; all the emerged was a rasping gasp, then he was gone.

A final wrench sent his corpse crumbling to the floor. Anna turned...

...her mouth hung open.

She caught sight of herself in a nearby window, then, and nearly yelped. Her hair was blue. Blue. A deep navy color, now matching those of her eyes. Unbound from her braid by the assasin's blade, what remained of it spilled raggedly just below her chin before tapering off. Vanishing in a savage slice that mirrored her own actions. What was it, the commoners called it? A pixie cut? Even her own gown had not been spared; her winter robes had been replaced by a slim, undulating gown of the purest black and blue, mirroring the briney depths of the oceans themselves.

But whereas Elsa's glittered with ice shards, this was more of a robe, exposing the slim expanse of her left leg and arm before tapering up to expose the tan expanse of her neck and collarbone, freckles, all. She almost didn't recognize the stranger staring back at her, this creature of the deep.

Strength sang in her veins, newfound power replacing the weakness she had known for most of her life. And it was...intoxicating. Anna, pure, kind, sweet Anna took a moment to bask in the glow of her new gifts. For a moment she forgot about KristoffWas this how Naruto felt when he called upon his flames? Or Elsa, her ice? It was absolutely wonderful. She never wanted to let this feeling go, so long as she lived.

But before she could marvel at it further, a blade cut sideways at her head. It never reached her.

"You!"

Anna rounded on Ignacius with a shriek and made the same motion with her hand. The manservant tried to scramble away, but she brutally bound his blood in his veins and yanked. Pulling his water from within. Anger was a heady, potent drug, lending her strength and resolve she might've otherwise lacked. Whereas once she would've blanched from such a vicious act now, she felt no hesitation at all. The second time proved easier; the man was a mummified corpse in a matter of moments. Then she turned on the others, those finally recovering their senses.

After them, many assassins and triators died that day.

Many, many, MANY more.

And Uzumaki Naruto had no idea what he'd unleashed on the world.

They either really love those damn cloaks, or they have a REALLY crappy tailor.

Funny how small thoughts like that filled your brain when you fought; not the knowledge that you were hopelessly outnumbered three-to-three hundred to one, nor the realization that a mysterious organization wanted you dead for reasons unknown, or even the fact that your girlfriend looked damned fine as she froze entire warships and turned living people into ice sculptures. Nay, it was those little things like that which preoccupied Uzumaki Naruto when he waded into the fray...

...such as the ferverent desire with which they worked to keep said cloaks intact from his flames. Or anything, really.

If even the tiniest ember or flake of ice touched them, they'd shuck the garment entirely. Naruto found that odd. Moreso the fact that when Itachi went after them with those nasty black flames of his, they'd ditched the garments altogether. Which meant they were either ridiculously flammable, or they conducted magical energies in a way that their owners hadn't thought to consider. Itachi fought like a man possessed-and perhaps he was-tearing through the ranks of soldiers as though they were naught but kindling. Some caught and fire and actually exploded as they perished.

Interesting.

On a whim, the blond flung a fireball at the nearest cluster of attackers, a conclave of those few still aboard a ship. This one was far faster than most of its bretheren; a seething, roiling missile of solid blue flame shooting forward from his outstretched hand like an arrow loosed from a bow, slamming into the still-cloaked individuals before they had a chance to realize their folly. The result was nothing short of spectacular, a light so intense, a destonating so searing that it threatened to blind him completely.

BA-KRAM!

"HA!" Naruto laughed into the sudden roar of noise, the cataclysmic explosion singing his eyebrows, swallowing the sound of his voice, and momentarily forcing him back towards the ocean. It also presented the perfect opportunity for someto to stab him in the back. It might've worked too, had he not been burning at a thousand degrees fahreinheit. As it were, the poisoned tail blade, and most of the tail itself turned to ash the second it came within striking distance. He inhaled slightly-detecting the faintest of foul odors-then even that was gone, burned away by his flames.

"Well, we've just got a menagerie of freaks today, don't we?" he hummed, turning to face his new aggressor. "First a shark man, then somebody who casts illusions with his eye, and now...you." Imagine his surprise when he found himself face to face with a hunchback. At least, he thought it was. It the creature was indeed a man, then it was ridiculously short and deformed, though the shattered remnants of its tail suggested it was artificial in origin. Puppet. The word leapt from out of nowhere, evoking a strange, odd and eerie sense of familiarity.

He'd seen someone use one, once. Kankuro. Naruto cringed. What was that just now?

Were his memories really coming-

"-Back?!" he instinctively expelled the last word as the puppet tore free its beard and fired a hair of needles at him. He instinctively spiked his flames still higher in response, the now black-blue inferno incinerating the poisoned senbon before they could reach him. Then he retaliated. Fire coiled along the length of his arm as he drew the limb back, like a crossbow ready to fire. In his mind's eye a path opened, a conduit by which he could channel the furious inferno swelling through him. Ribbons of fire formed, dancing around his body. Swelling across his wrist, towards his fist, until, finally...

"HIKEN!"

With a thunderous shout, a column of living, roiling flame erupted from the young man's arm, obliterating the path before him in a scintilating cone of fire.

"HIKEN!"

Elsa fist felt rather than saw the a second sun spawn in the evening sky. From her perch on the water, standing atop a frozen sheathe of ice, she witnessed the spectacular column of fire erupt. Then, like a living thing, it surged forward, crashing through Naruto's unfortunate victim and three raiding vessels before extinguishing itself amidst the broken timbers. A moment of silence passed, the battle raging around her falling on deaf ears as she saw him standing amongst the embers, his arm slowly solidifying once more.

Her heart skipped a beat, her cheeks flushing slightly as she casually turned and disembowled another attacker with a flaming sword. The ease and act of conjuring the weapon and carving a man in half weren't what aroused her so, rather, it was the simple ease with which he'd done both.

Sometimes she forget just how incredibly powerful her boyfriend truly was. Among...other things.

Gah.

Her cheeks colored even more deeply in rememebrance, both in anger and embarassment at what the Akatsuki had so savagely interrupted. The gall! It was also enough to remind her why she was so angry in the first place. She had been this close to having everything she'd ever wanted with him, there on the deck, and then then sodding imbeciles had ruined everything by attacking! She would have her retribution!

Wiggling her fingers, she froze another pair of hapless soldiers before they could strike at her unprotected flank. Deprived of their footing on the stormy seas the duo immediately sank, plummeting to their doom in the briney depths below-

"Elsa! Drop!"

She obeyed Naruto's shout without hesitation and fell flat onto the ice; unflinching as secondary cone of fire roared overhead, slamming into a strange, scythe-bearing man who'd tried to take her unawares. Caught by surprise, the silver-haired Akatsuki was flung away into the wreckage of a nearby vessel, howling colorful obscenities as he went. Naruto bounded after him a moment later, just as the man extricated himself from the rubble, leaving them to collide in a spray of sparks and steel. Eerily enough...the scythe-bearer started laughing.

"Uzumaki Naruto!"

"That'd be me, yes," he remarked as they traded blows. Underhand. Overhand. Block. Parry. Twist. Riposte. His solid bar of fire smashed against the man's eerie, tri-pronged scythe again and again and again each time coming a little closer to drawing blood. She had the worst feeling what would happen if it struck.

"You have no idea how much I've looked forward to this."

"Which I could say the same...but I have no fucking idea who you are."

That wiped the smile right off his face.

Naruto stared Hidan in the eye, and then he did the inexplicable. He laughed.

"Say," he began benignly as the flames roared higher around them, "Can you breathe without oxygen?" his head cocked aisde, like a dog listening to a new sound, smilng. "I can. I'm heat. Fire. Flames. I don't need air, not in the way that you do. You?" he waved to the burns, lining the man's arm. "You'll run out before my flames do. You're mortal. Ya have ta breathe. But, see, I've been turning up the heat for about a good minute or two, now, which means you should be running out of air in five, four, three, two-

"Fuck!"

The Jaihinist had just enough time to curse and swing forward. His scythe turned to slag in his hands, melted by the intense heat of the pyrokinetic blond hovering before him. And then the flames only burned brighter, blinding, searing, scalding. Then the air left his lungs. Choking, cloying.

His head flew from his shoulders moments later.

Elsa watched it all studiously, saying nothing.

"Not bad for a first date, eh?" he remarked wistfully, darting back towards her, alighting effortlessly with his flames.

"D-D-Date?" She sputtered. "This is hardly what I had in mind...

"Same here." he chuckled. "Well, duty calls, I suppose."

He merrily blew her a kiss before returning to the fray.

Naruto was, thus far, quite satisfied with the results of his work today. All, save one.

He wasn't satisfied with Sasoris resilience.

The puppet man had given an annoyed grunt at its second failed attempt and retreated; skipping backwards with remarkable dexterity for someone so stout. Even then he wasn't quite fast enough. Or smart enough. A truly wise man would've simply leapt aside, allowing the pillar of flame to pass them harmlessly by, by which they could use the opening to attack. This man, whomever he was, apparently thought-in this arrogance!-that he could outrun it, evade it somehow.

He did not.

Instead, the aptly named 'Fire Fist' roared across the open ocean like wildfire on oil, snatching the puppet man's body up and driving him down into the water. Even as the blast extinguished, the sheer force of it drove him through vesself after vessel, down through the ice, and buried him beneath the waves. Something like that would've slain a normal human.

Not this one.

To the blonde's annoyance and dismay the hulking puppet master reappeared moments after he'd dealt with Hidan. Dripping wet, missing his hat, most of his cloak torn away and the strange mechanisms of his puppet savagely burnt, but still alive. And very, very angry.

"Not bad, boy." the puppet twitched and writhed, assuming a standing position once more, its jaw working weirdly. "Its been awhile since someone damaged "Sasori" this much." Sasori? His name, or that of the puppet he wondered...and how in the bleeding hell did he know that?

"Yeah, fuck off."

"You've really changed, haven't you?" the man growled, the syllables sharp and harsh. "According to that brat's report, I was expecting some snot-nosed punk. You're actually quite capable. You anticpated that some of our men were wearing explosive tags alongside Deidara's explosive clay beneath their cloaks...yet," an audible note of admiration leached its way into his words, "You detonated most them prematurely before we could use them as bombers as we'd intended. Clever." Ah, so that explained the cataclysmic explosion, earlier.

Naruto blinked at that momentarily taken aback by his enemy's respect .Deidara...who was that, though?

"Erm..thanks?"

"Nothing like that pink-haired one." the man continued, admonishingly. "All she did was smash things. No technique, no "art" whatsoever." Somewhere in the back of his head, the blond felt just a twinge of unexplained anger pluck at his hearstrings. He didn't know why...but for some reason, he wanted to beat the living tar out of Sasori now. A muscle jumped in his jaw at the reminder, his fingers twitching, curling into a sparking fist-a cauldron of power boiling in his gut.

"Eh?"

"She died crying for you, actually."

...is that supposed to make me angry?" he blinked. "I don't even know who she is."

"Then its irrelevant. I hate making people wait." the creature continued in a gravelly tone, beginning to shuck and buck as something emerged within. "And you've kept Leader-sama waiting for far too lo-

"Burn." Naruto snapped his fingers midrant and Sasori went up in flames, shrieking like a banshee. His screams were like sweet, sweet music to the man's ears. When someone emerged from that puppet's shell, Naruto set them ablaze, too. It was only when the ashes flutered unto the sea that he finally relaxed his immolation technique. He shuddered softly, gazing upon the last remnants of a creature who, even in his last moments, hadn't even been human. He'd turned himself into a monster, all for his art.

"So uncivilzed," he muttered to himself.

Then he went back to charboiling entire ranks of soldiers. Whistling a merry jaunt as he did so, he, working with Elsa and Itachi, had them taken apart in relatively short order. Without their leaders, they were cut off-a bandless force overwhelmed not by quantity, but quality. Even with their numbers, they never stood a chance.

All in all, Elsa decided, it was a nice first date.

A/N: And there you have it! Dun-Dun-Dun! Events are spiraling rapidly towards the center. Anna's gotten a big powerup, Naruto and Elsa have faced yet another new hurdle in their blossoming relationship and overcome it with flying colors! Sasori is dead, Hidan is well on his way...and there's plenty of fluff to come! and all of Konoha is about to experience a major upheaval here, folks!

...The events of Frozen ought to be quite different with them involved...will Naruto and Elsa make it out of this one alive? But the story doesn't end here! Now... at long last... we see the Elemental Nations in this ficlet! Naruto is the LAST jinchuuriki remaining, and all bloody hell is about to break loose!

So...in the immortal words of Atlas...

...Would You Kindly Review the story of this humble man? And of course, enjoy the preview! DRAMA INCOMING! AND YES, THE PAIRING IS STILL SOLELY NARUTOXELSA! Also, there are two previews this time!

(Preview)

Elsa stood opposite him, icy disapproval still radiating from her like a roaring blizzard. He ignored the frosty gaze and simply examined the newcomer, trying to get a feel for the kind of woman she was. And then, out of the blue, it happened. Just like that. There was no want of a warning, no precursors to the actions that the pale-eyed Hyuuga would take. There was nothing. None at all. It simply happened.

No.

The frozen princess drew back in shock, almost unable to believe what her eyes were telling her. What she was...seeing. The bag-and the items it contained-slipped from her numbed fingers, crashing to the ground. All thoughts of taking this first day off in the village, of spending time with Naruto, evaporated as she stepped the rest of the way through the gate. As she saw her.

Her.

No...

Hinata-for this had to be her-was kissing him. Him. Naruto. Her Naruto. And he was just...standing there. His eyes wide with shock, yes, but in the same vein, he did nothing to push her away. Elsa took a small step backward. Then another. And another. And another. She watched his arms rise, though whether to draw her close or push her away, she knew not. She didn't want to know. She didn't want to see. Every instant that she watched was like a hot, jagged knife in her chest, slowly cutting out her heart.

"NO!"

And everything fell apart.

"Elsa, it's not-

With a heartwrenching sob, heedless of Naruto's shout, she turned and fled.

(Preview #No.2)

So fixated was he on this wanton destruction that he almost failed to notice something; it was too easy.

Left!

His brain screamed a warning almost too late. The thrusters on his feet flared fiercly; furious fires kicking him backwards into the clouds just as a pillar of heavenly wrath immolated the space he'd occupied a heartbeat before. Naruto watched the lightning crackle past and cringed as it sundered the stormy sky overhead. He might be nigh invulnerable to heat and resistance to cold but even he would perish if something like that struck him. Lightning-electricity-was an element he'd encountered only once before. He'd once fought off an assasin with a frigthening ability-the abilitiy to conjure lightning-who'd come for Elsa's head.

He'd nearly lost his own in the proccess back then. As such, he had no desire to revist that past experience again. But it seemed fate had other plans.

Alightning effortlessly only a few feet above the stormy seas,

"You!"

"Uzumaki Naruto."

"The fuck're you? A zombie?"

"I suppose." the masked man answered in a monotone, the slight tilt of his had the only real sign of any inflection. "I am Kakuzu."

Naruto twisted aside in midair, his body wrenching violently to the right as another column of light shot past. Beneath his feet blue jets of flame flickered, allowing him a bird's eye view of the conflict raging below. The trees were burning around them as the soldiers laid siege, razing the forest around the village.

"Shit...this isn't going well."

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