Anna
It was apparent that while Anna was competent with a dagger, here, she was hopelessly outmatched. Karl was toying with her, leaving openings to exploit only to parry at blinding speed and launch new assaults she was just barely able to counter. Sweat coated her limbs as she launched a new attack at Karl, trying to slip around his defenses to his left. His counterattack was so fierce she nearly dropped her dagger. Pressing the attack, Karl drove her back against the wall. She had tried everything she knew, every form, every position she was taught, and could not breach his defenses. If the fight didn't end soon, she knew without a doubt that she would be defeated.
In a desperate act of aggression, she launched a flurry of blows that left Karl scrambling backwards with a surprised, almost impressed expression. In a last ditch attempt to end the fight, Anna feinted to the left, then dove to the right, trying to slip past Karl's formidable defenses. But she was too slow, and Karl parried her strike, knocking her arm to the side- too far to the side. With a malicious grin, Karl reversed his grip and drove his dagger into the left side of her abdomen. She gasped as the cold steel slid through her flesh, cutting muscle and sinew as easily as through butter, setting her side ablaze with explosive agony. Her dagger fell from limp fingers. Head spinning with pain, she could barely make out Karl's words.
"Poor, poor, Princess Anna. Such a sad life. You really should thank me, you know"- he ripped his knife out of her, blood flying off the edge as Anna sank to her knees, doubled over with her arms clutching at her stomach- "You really don't want to be taken to my master. Trust me, you're better-" the rest of his sentence was lost as the door to the throne room burst open behind him. Karl jumped and turned toward the door. "Welcome," he sneered. "You must be this little bitch's husband, huh?"
"Anna!", Kristoff shouted, and started forward. Moving quickly, Karl snatched Anna up and held her from behind, pressing his blade against her throat.
"Now now, we wouldn't want this to get messy, now would we?" Kristoff stopped moving. "Good. Now, I don't suppose you passed any of my men on the way here, did you?"
"I'm afraid they won't be joining us," Kristoff said coldly. Anna was beginning to feel dizzy, and the blade at her throat pressed harder into her skin. She whimpered in pain. "Anna! Stay with me, Anna!", Kristoff shouted.
"Oh, it's far too late for that," mocked Karl . "I'm afraid that I'd only be quickening her end if I cut her pretty little throat-"
"NO!" Kristoff charged forward. In the momentary confusion, Anna knew that she would either act or die. She jerked her head back, hard, feeling a solid crunch as the back of her skull collided with Karl's nose, breaking it and sending Karl's head snapping back. Whirling around, Anna grasped Karl's arm, and, taking advantage of his pain and surprise, shoved his own knife deep into his chest, just below his ribcage. He let out a soft "oh" as though of surprise before Kristoff was there, lifting the small man over his head and throwing him headfirst into the wall, where he slid down it and was still. Kristoff grabbed Anna's shoulders. "Are you okay?"
Anna was swaying on her feet, the adrenaline rush now leaving her, looking down at the wound in her stomach and the spreading pool of blood at her feet. "Yeah… I think so. I got him… worse. I feel... sort of light. But I'm okay." Did all that blood come from me? As she spoke, she was unaware of the fact she was no longer completely upright and that Kristoff was lowering her to the floor. "Kristoff…?"
"Anna. I'm here. I'm getting you help."
"No… I just wanted to tell you… that I'm sorry. And that I love you." Unable to keep her eyes open any longer, she drifted off as the shock and blood loss took their toll.