Kristoff
Kristoff was distracting himself the best way he knew how- sparring with Alan in the courtyard. They had just finished a bout (in a rare display, Alan was victorious) when Kristoff felt a chill run down his spine. Growing wary, he looked around for any sign of Elsa. He saw Anna jogging across the yard near the castle, but no Ice Queen.
Wiping sweat from his forehead, Alan said, "It's alright, My Lord, we've been at it for hours. You had to lose sometime."
Distracted, Kristoff paused in his search to reply with a grin, "That just means I'll have to thrash you twice as hard next time." As Alan winced in anticipation of the coming bout, a sharp scream split the air- Anna, screaming Kristoff's name. What? Feeling rather like he had gone back in time, Kristoff ran towards the castle, Alan again at his heels. Something was different this time- the guards. Where are the guards? Kristoff knew that whatever was happening, he and Alan, skilled though they were, would need help. Shouting out for help, he was almost to the doors when he skidded to a stop at the sight of a group of men oh god, they're dressed the same as the assassins coming out of the castle, blocking the entrance, naked swords in hand. Three, no, four of them- oh my god, where's Anna?
The lead man in black regarded the two men before him with a bored expression. "You might want to turn around. Our employer doesn't want to be disturbed." Kristoff and Alan exchanged glances.
"Our mistake, sirs," said Alan, playing the part of a couple of timid servants playing hero in the wrong place at the wrong time. "We'll head back immediately."
"See that you do, and-" Whatever the man was about to say was lost when Alan's sword entered under his chin. The man went limp and collapsed. Two of the remaining were able to draw swords, but Kristoff cut one down before he could react.
"Two on two, huh?", said Kristoff, winking at Alan. "I'll take one, you take one?" Kristoff was already circling the men. "Deal," said Alan. As Kristoff reached the far side of the pair, he broke into a sprint away from them, towards the throne room.
"Stop him!" screamed one of the black clothed men.
Kristoff heard Alan start his bloody work, trusting completely that the other man would do what must be done quickly and join him when able. He thought he heard an arrow or two go whizzing by as well, and he could only hope that it was Cari rather than more enemies.
Strangely, when Kristoff first arrived at the throne room, he didn't even notice Anna or Karl. His eye was drawn to the broken stained glass window behind the throne, then to the two bodies lying near the throne, and only then did he notice his wife, doubled over with her arms clutched around her stomach, Prince Heins' servant preparing for a killing blow.