Kristoff and Anna time!
"Anna, take this. See if you can cut yourself loose with it. But be careful." Kristoff handed off a shard of ice behind his back into Anna's hands. She took it and positioned it against the ropes around her wrist.
"You sure it's gonna work?" She whispered and started cutting the rope as fast as she could.
"We don't have much of a choice. It's either this, or sit it out and wait for them to do something to us." He whispered and carefully watched the thugs wandering around. None of them seemed intelligent enough to notice what they were saying in their little corner of the camp. They had the advantage when it came to outsmarting the thugs, not so much Hans who was hiding in the tent across the camp.
"But they wouldn't. We're his leverage to getting Elsa out here." Anna vigorously sawed at her bounds with the shard.
"And if she does show up? What then?" Kristoff glanced behind him to examine her progress.
"Almost there. A little more to go." He whispered and cringed when she came close to cutting her own wrist. "Careful there. Don't cut yourself."
"I know." She leaned forward to give herself more arm power. After a last strong tug, she managed to break free of the rope. She quickly turned around and started cutting Kristoff's bounds. Unfortunately her quick shuffling called the attention of campfire thug a few feet away.
"Hey you!" The thug grabbed his club and stomped over to where they were situated. Out of anger and fury, Anna stood up and threw a rock at the pursuer.
"Get away! Leave us alone!" She continued throwing everything from a pebble to snowballs at the now gathering thugs. Kristoff, still restrained by rope struggled to get Anna's attention.
"Anna! Wait!" He watched as the big men closed in on the princess, each with taunting and menacing faces. As she continued to throw things at them, she stirred up the angry side of their somewhat calm demeanor.
"Shut her up!" Someone at the back of the group howled. Anna bent over and grabbed a mixture of ice and snow and threw it with all her strength. It went straight into campfire thug's forehead taking him by surprise.
"You little thing!" He yelled as soon as he recovered and lifted his club. As he swung, Anna gasped and turned to the side right before the club landed square on the back of her head. Anna made a small gasp before she fell to the cold ground with a thud.
All Kristoff could do was watch in horror and cried the only thing his mind would allow him to.
"Anna!"
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