Anton strode confidently back towards the raging battle. He was certain Queen Elsa would be no match for his dragon, but he wasn't content to simply wait patiently for his victory. Anton thrived in battle and he intended to be an active participant. Anton turned and was surprised to suddenly find his path blocked by Princess Anna, stolen sword in hand.

"Hold it right there, Prince Anton," Anna commanded.

"Get out of my way, Princess," Anton replied. "I have no desire to kill you. After all, when this is over, things will be much simpler if there is still a legitimate heir to the throne left to surrender. But, just because I don't want to kill you, that doesn't mean I won't if you don't stop testing me."

"I won't let you get away with this," Anna said, brandishing her sword. "Call off that dragon."

"No," Anton replied simply. He drew his own sword and advanced on Anna. "Now, get out of my way!"

Anna stood her ground. She swung her sword at Anton. He effortlessly deflected Anna's attack and responded with an assault of his own. Anna managed to block Anton's blade, but she lacked the experience to effective deflect the force of her much stronger opponent's attacks. While Anna was able to successfully defend herself, bracing against the powerful impacts was taxing, and it wasn't long before one of Anton's blows knocked her off her feet into the snow.

Before Anton could advance on the dazed Anna again, Kristoff stepped between them, rushing up seemingly out of nowhere. Anton instinctively attacked and Kristoff blocked the blow. Though physically stronger than Anna, Kristoff was no more skilled with a blade, and was still no match for Anton. It wasn't long before one of Anton's attacks caught Kristoff off-balance, and he found himself laying helplessly in the snow like Anna.

While Anton had a practical reason to leave Anna alive if he could, he saw no advantage in sparing Kristoff's life. He smiled as he raised his sword. As he tried to take a step forward, Anton noticed that his foot seemed harder to lift. He looked down to see a small snowman clutching his boot.

"Anna! Kristoff!" Olaf yelled. "Don't worry! I've got him!"

Anton tried to no avail to shake the snowman off his leg, but Olaf held on tight. Finally, Anton managed to kick Olaf's body away with his other foot, sending the snowman flying though the air leaving only his stick hands behind, still clutching the boot. Olaf landed roughly in a snowbank.

"Oh, no!" Olaf shouted, noticing his missing appendages. "I've been disarmed!"

As Anton shook Olaf's hands from his boot, Anna got back to her feet. Hoping to catch Anton by surprise, she picked up her sword and charged toward him, running as fast as she could in the snow. Anton, however, noticed Anna's approach. Unfazed, he handily deflected Anna's attack and swatted her away, sending her flying and causing her to lose her grip on her sword, which disappeared under the white powder as Anna crashed into the snow next to Kristoff.

Frustrated, Anton turned away from Anna and Kristoff and continued on his way. He concluded that their pathetically feeble attacks were merely an annoying distraction and not worth his time to answer, and he set off in search of more worthy opponents.

"Okay, I think he might be better at this than we are," Anna said as she watched Anton walk away, realizing they would have to rethink their strategy if they were going to stop him.

"You think?" Kristoff replied.

Lars was struggling in his battle with Verner. The lieutenant from the Southern Isles was a formidable and skilled fighter, and while Lars was able defend himself, he wasn't able to mount much of an offence. Lars knew that unless his opponent happened to make a careless mistake that he could exploit, it was only a matter of time before Verner wore him down.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lars could see Sven in a standoff with Verner's horse. The well-trained warhorse was keeping the reindeer at bay. Sven couldn't get close enough to the swordfight to be of any help.

As their swords repeatedly clashed together, Verner steadily drove Lars back toward a stand of evergreen trees. Lars spotted his crossbow lying in the shadow of the snow-covered branches of a tall tree, still ready to fire. Lars desperately needed the advantage of the crossbow to defeat Verner, but he knew he would have to act quickly to grab it before Verner noticed. Lars mustered of his strength for a sudden offensive strike. Verner was taken aback by the unexpected move and, with a defensive posture, hesitated in surprise, but only for an instant. Lars took the opportunity to dive for his crossbow. Lars managed to reach the weapon and pick it up with his free hand, but he had no time to aim it before Verner was again on the attack, quickly closing the distance between them to render the crossbow useless. Lars raised his sword to deflect Verner's attack, but he was off-balance and the force of blow knocked him down. As he landed at the base of the tall evergreen, Lars managed to hold onto both his weapons, and was able to use his sword to stop what Verner intended as a killing strike.

With their blades locked together, Verner knelt down over Lars, holding him down and pinning his other arm so he couldn't use the crossbow. As Lars struggled in the snow, he turned his head to catch a glimpse of Lillehaven in the distance, and he almost couldn't believe his eyes. He saw the dragon on the shore of the frozen harbor, its barrage of flames pouring down upon a solitary figure's frigid defense.

"Elsa..." Lars muttered in desperation.

Verner followed his gaze to see for himself what Lars was looking at. He turned back to Lars with a sadistic smile on his face.

"You can't save her," Verner said. "You can't even save yourself. I'm a soldier, and you're nothing but a palace guard."

"No," Lars said with renewed determination. "I'm a knight!"

With all his might, Lars pushed back against Verner, managing to roll out from under him and back to his feet. With Verner already advancing on him, Lars instinctively tried to back away but found himself up against the broad trunk of the tree. A few snowflakes dropped from the tree and Lars glanced up at the snow-laden branches above him. One thick limb was just above his head, almost within reach. With his sword still in his hand, he leapt up and got his arm over the branch. As he pulled himself up, he pointed his crossbow straight up with his other hand and fired into the branches above. The bolt broke a single branch high in the tree, but that was enough to start a cascade as one branch after another released the snow that had accumulated upon them, which abruptly fell and buried the surprised Verner.

Verner's horse was spooked by the sound of the snow suddenly dropping from the tree, giving Sven an opportunity to get past to Lars. Hanging from the branch, Lars was only waist deep in the snow that had completely buried Verner. He used the branch to pull himself out of the snow and quickly jumped onto Sven's back.

"All right, Sven," Lars said. "Let's go!"

The reindeer needed no further instructions, setting off charging down towards Lillehaven. Lars barely noticed the battle that continued to rage around them as they raced towards the harbor. He was determined not to let anything else get in his way.

Elsa wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out against the dragon. The creature's onslaught of fire was unceasing, and it took all of Elsa's power to defend herself against it. Elsa had never attempted such a prolonged use of her powers, and she had discovered that it did take a toll on her. Though her powers didn't seem affected yet, she could feel that she was weakening. The continued use of her powers was exhausting her, and she knew eventually she wouldn't be able to go on.

Even through the protection provided by her powers, Elsa could feel the intensity of the dragon's flames. All of the snow on the ground around had melted away. Beads of moisture rolled down her face. Elsa assumed she was sweating from the heat, but she wasn't entirely sure because the steam created by the combination of her powers and the dragon's fire surrounded her and clung to her body. The thought occurred to her that it might not be her powers that were draining her. It could merely be the heat. In the end, she knew the cause didn't matter. The effect would be the same.

Elsa had realized too late that it had been a mistake to stand her ground against the dragon. She knew now that she should have kept moving and used her agility to her advantage. Now she couldn't move without letting down her defenses. She was trapped, and she didn't see a way out. Elsa knew there was nothing she could do. She had done everything she could. It just wasn't enough.

"I'm sorry, Papa," Elsa whispered, trying to hold back her tears. "I tried."

Lars and Sven raced through the streets of Lillehaven toward the harbor. Lars could see the dragon over the rooftops as it towered over the modest buildings of the village, the bright light from its flames bathing everything in an orange hue. Even from a distance, Lars could feel a hint of the heat.

Sven broke out into the openness of the shore and Lars got his first good look at the dragon. Despite its terrifying presence, Lars couldn't help but marvel in wonder for a moment before loading a bolt into his crossbow. Ever since he was a young boy, he had dreamed about heroically slaying a fire-breathing dragon, but he never really thought he would ever get the chance. Now, here he was, living out his fantasy, about to become the hero he always imagined he could be.

As Sven charged forward, Lars carefully aimed his crossbow. He had a clear shot at the dragon's head. It almost seemed too easy. Lars held his breath, waiting as Sven closed to optimum range. Finally, Lars fired and anxiously watched the bolt sail through the air. His aim was true. The bolt solidly struck the dragon in the temple... and harmlessly bounced off its scaly skin.

Though not hurt by the attack, the dragon was surprised enough to pause its fiery assault on Elsa to investigate. No longer fighting against the dragon's fire, Elsa staggered forward. She didn't know why the dragon stopped but she was grateful for the reprieve. Then the crossbow bolt suddenly landed at her feet, and Elsa instantly knew what had happened. She frantically looked around, desperately hoping she was wrong. Her heart sank as she spotted Lars.

The dragon had also spotted Lars. He shuddered as the unharmed dragon turned and focused its fiery orange eyes on him. Suddenly filled with dread, Lars uttered aloud the only thought in his mind.

"Uh-oh!"