Anna
Anna had not stopped crying since the argument with Kristoff, wandering this way and that before finding herself sitting on the bridge to Arendelle, head in her hands. She knew she loved him, and she knew that what he did, he did for her. But what he didn't understand is that it wasn't worth it. She wanted Kristoff back, so badly, but she couldn't be the cause of so much death at his hands. But I am the Princess of Arendelle. People will always want to kill me. Such is life. And some people will always try to stop them. Why not Kristoff? NO. I won't do it. I can't allow him to… But the more Anna thought about it, the more conflicted she became.
Kristoff loved her, so if anyone would protect her, it was him. But she didn't want to force him to kill for her. Oh my god. I'm so stupid. Of course. He thinks I can't take care of myself. That's why he's so ruthless. If he doesn't stop them for good, and he's ever not there- well, bye bye Anna. But that's so unfair! Well… is it? I mean, I'm not totally helpless. I can shoot, and I'm good with a dagger. But even Anna had to admit, she didn't exactly project confidence that day in the woods, when Kristoff- No. Don't think about that… So now what? Do I go apologize? Do I say I can take care of myself? Do I- no. You know what? I'm sick of this. I've been avoiding him for this long because I'm afraid of him, but he would never hurt me (that's what you said about Elsa) and I'm just going to go talk to him. Her mind made up, Anna rose to go find Kristoff.
As she started back towards the castle, she realized she had begun shivering, even though it was a warm day in the middle of August. Elsa… but what could be causing it? She broke into a light jog as she looked around for the source of the trouble. The throne room window… she could barely see it, but it looked like- that's frost! Elsa! Anna burst into a sprint, drawing her dagger she always carried from between the folds of her dress. Looking to the left, she saw Kristoff and Alan sparring. Screaming for them to help her, she burst through the doors into the castle, ran across the entrance hall, and threw open the doors to the throne room. She was not prepared for what she saw. Two of Elsa's personal guard sprawled across the steps in front of Her Majesty's throne, and Her Majesty herself being carried out the window by none other than Prince Heins. Karl stood between the door and the window.
"Ah, Princess. How good of you to join us. They're only paying me for Elsa, but if I take you too, Elsa will be even easier to manipulate. Would you like to come of your own free will, or shall I… persuade you?" Karl's tone was gloating.
"Go to hell," Anna spat at him.
"Very well. Persuasion it is." Karl drew a sword, while Anna brandished her dagger. "Ah, my apologies. I should have realized." He sheathed his sword and produced his own dagger from within his coat, a wicked looking blade with a serrated edge and a jagged tip.
"Anna! Don't fight him, he'll kill you!" Startled, Anna realized it was Heins speaking. "He wants to take you both alive, don't fight!"
"What do you care, Heins? You betrayed us, just like your brother Hans!"
"No, please, I don't want to, they have-"
"ENOUGH." Karl's voice rang throughout the hall. "Prince Heins, please escort your guest to her new host."
With a pained expression, Heins dropped out of sight with Elsa over his shoulder. Anna started forward, then stopped short of Karl. Karl grinned. "Shall we begin?", he asked.
Anna offered no reply, but struck at Karls exposed throat. The speed of his parry was blinding. In an instant, he pressed his advantage. Anna found herself being pushed back, and it was with great fear that she realized Kristoff had been right. She could not take care of herself. Now, she would pay the price.