Chapter 17

"All hands on deck, we are moving out!" An american captain yelled to his men as troops began going onto the ship. The order had been given and with the forty ships they had left, they were loading on twenty thousand troops. Grant and Lee ran around supervising the whole operation.

"When will the rest arrive?" Grant asked.

"I received word they are almost here" Lee said.

"We need to have them meet us there." Grant said as he walked over to cage contained birds. He pulled out a paper and and wrote a small message on there. He attached it to the birds leg and let the bird fly. Grant prayed the bird would find the fleet.

"So private, where is this place at?" Lee asked Marcus in the war room. Marcus pulled out a map of northern Europe and pointed to Norway. "We are here." Marcus said pointing to Arendelle's location. "We travel north to here." He said moving his finger to a small chain of islands. "Here is where we must go."

"That small chain of islands?" Grant said. "Thats where his hideout is?"

"Yes sir." Marcus said. "I must make my way to the ship."

"Dismissed." Grant said. Marcus nodded and walked out. He walked through the castle hallways and walked past Elsa's room. His heart ached upon seeing the empty room. He debated whether or not to go in. It would be an invasion of his privacy but he wanted to grab something that was hers so he could hold onto a part of her. He walked in and saw the room the same way he left it a few nights ago. Sheets rustled but aside from that mostly untouched. Marcus noticed a wooden cross on her nightstand. He walked over and saw it was the cross he gave her. Marcus held the cross tightly and let tears flow, this was the last piece of his Elsa he had left. He put the cross around his neck and then left the room. He made his way outside as the troops were mostly ready to go. He bumped into Kristoff and Anna.

"Marcus we are-" Anna began to say.

"I know I know, I said you could come along on the ship. Besides I've seen how stubborn you are, there is no stopping you." Marcus said smiling for the first time in a long while. Anna returned the smile as the three boarded the ship. Within a few minutes, all the troops had been loaded and ships began to leave port and set sail. Marcus got onto the top deck of the flagship and looked out into the horizon. Sailors cursed and sang as they manned the sails for the voyage. The sea began to become choppy as people on the ships were thrown around the deck. Marcus did not move from his spot, all his being was concentrated on how he was going to get Elsa back. He closed his eyes as he thought back to all the good moments he had with her. When he first bumped into her, their date in town, their first kiss. Marcus could almost hear her sweet voice and smell the rosy fragrance of her hair. He was so lost in the moment that he forgot he was on the ship and when he opened his eyes, he frowned to see Elsa was not with him. When he got her back he would never leave her side again, he would love her all the days of her life and would protect her from anything or anyone that ever tried to hurt her.

"Marcus?" Johanssen asked coming up to Marcus as the sea began to calm down. The deck was moist from water splatter and the salty scent was evident in the air.

"Yes sir?" Marcus asked.

"Listen, if you can't save Elsa." Johanssen said. "She told me she would rather die than be controlled."

"NO! I will NOT kill her!" Marcus cried horrified he would even suggest a thing.

"Marcus its not always a fairytale ending, not everyone has a happily ever after." Johanssen said.

"I will not kill her because I WILL save her." Marcus said. "She's too good of a woman to be his slave."

"Listen I do appreciate everything you have done for Elsa." Johanssen said. "When her parents died, I was like a father figure to her and Anna. I remember when she was a little girl and would come up running to me yelling 'Uncle Erik!' and would wrap her arms around my leg. I want that innocent girl back, I want my little Elsa back."

"By my honor and my heart, I will come out of that mountain with her or I will not come out at all." Marcus said.

"I pray it does not come to that." Johanssen said. "You should get some rest, the battle you are about to partake in will be no small task." Marcus actually was feeling rather tired. He accepted Johanssen's offer and went below deck onto a hammock. He closed his eyes as the sea rocked him to sleep. He knew this was going to be the hardest battle he had ever he would give to have Eli, Obi, and Jonah as his back again.

Anna leaned over the side of the boat as Kristoff pulled her back. Anna and seasickness were like water and oil. Kristoff wished he could do something to help her but all he could do was wait while the illness ran its course.

"I-I think, t-thats all of it." Anna said in a raspy voice. Her abdominal muscles burned from the process and the foul taste of vomit was still in her mouth. Anna fell back into Kristoff's arms who held her tight. Kristoff looked lovingly into her eyes, she looked so fragile right now. He couldn't imagine ever losing her. He pulled her head against his chest and ran his hand through her hair. He wondered how Marcus could stand not having Elsa with him. Kristoff shuddered at the thought and rocked Anna in his arms to calm her down. He hated Sol, Sol had hurt Anna so bad and Kristoff was intent on making him pay. Kristoff knew that as much as he hated Sol, Marcus despised him a hundred times more. Kristoff picked up Anna who had fallen asleep in his arms and carried her to a hammock where the two of them fell asleep together.

Elsa let out a moan as Sol pushed himself inside of her. Sol left numerous bite marks and scratches on her neck and back as he pulled himself out and released himself covering Elsa with it. Elsa moaned as the warm fluid landed on her face and body. Sol smiled as he collapsed down onto the bed. How had this american boy resisted Elsa's body? Sol chuckled at the boy's idiocy to turn down such a curvy woman. He wondered what had happened to the american, he had figured he might have killed himself over depression.

"Love?" Elsa called out reaching to him.

"What do you want?" Sol asked annoyed. Despite the great sex this woman was so aggravating.

"I just want to talk." She said.

"You want to waste my time with talk?" Sol yelled as he swung his hand and struck her directly in the face giving her a black eye. Elsa yelped as she fell down and covered her eye. Sol looked down at her, she looked so pathetic. She was naked, covered in his seed, and had a black eye. What a weakling. Elsa being under his spell, paid no heed to the hit and simply got back up.

"My apologies." Elsa said expressionless. Sol groaned as he left the room but not before pushing her to the ground resulting in a loud smack and another yelp from Elsa. Sol did not care for her, he did not care if she was in pain, all he wanted was her powers and once he got them, she would burn. Sol left his room and headed to his personal war room where he planned all of his assaults. In the room were his top commanders who bowed once he entered.

"My lord." One said as he stood back up. "What is your plan."

"Now that I have the Ice-Witch under my control I will destroy this world nation by nation. Starting with the one that has caused me the most setbacks." Sol said.

"Where would that be?" The commander asked.

"America." Sol said shooting a bolt of fire at the location of the U.S on his map.

The sun had set and moon and stars were out and about. The sea was very calm, so calm it was practically a flat surface. A light but strong wind blew the ships towards their locations. Marcus had awoken from his sleep feeling much better. He went out on the deck and took in the sight of all the stars across the endless horizon.

"Quite a view." Grant said walking up behind him.

"Sir!" Marcus said throwing up a salute.

"At ease." Grant said. "The sea is quiet tonight."

"The calm before the storm sir." Marcus said.

"Indeed." Grant said taking a puff of his pipe and letting the smoke blow away. "You really have outdone yourself private, I am very proud."

"Thank you sir." Marcus said.

"Which is why I am confident of what I am about to give you." Grant said reaching into his pockets and pulling out a small strap that had two silver bars on both ends. "Captain Samson"

"Sir I don't know what to say." Marcus said holding the insignia strap. "But what about all the other ranks? I can't go from private to captain!"

"Son you have shown tremendous courage and skill. Take it from when I say you have earned this rank." Grant said. "When you face Sol and Elsa will be a great trial but I know you will win."

"Why do you say that sir?" Marcus asked.

"Because we are americans, we don't know when to quit." Grant chuckled. Marcus chuckled as well. They weren't kidding when they say laughter is the best medicine. Marcus looked out into the horizon and saw a bright flash of red. His expression darkened as he realized it was the mountain.

"Something wrong." Grant asked.

"We are here." Marcus said putting his helmet on and drawing his sword.

REally short chapter but believe me when I say the next one will be the great battle!