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Anna was actually scared.
This wasn't anything like confronting Elsa in the ice palace or even being chased by wolves in Kristoff's sleigh. Then, she had had Kristoff, and she never had been afraid of Elsa anyways. And even if she had gotten hurt, it was an accident.
Raven was different.
Anna raised a hand, chains rattling at the movement, and lightly touched the cut running down the side of her cheek, wincing slightly and shivering. Raven was crazy. And not a funny crazy or harmless crazy, no, she was a maniac-I'm-going-to-cut-you-up-for-fun sort of crazy. Anna had seen the perverse joy the the woman's seemingly beautiful face as she had pulled the blade against her skin.
Anna shivered again and pulled her knees up to her chest, trying to adjust her hands so the heavy metal manacles didn't pull too much against her raw wrists.
Elsa couldn't come. Anna could not handle the thought of her beautiful older sister in the hands of that monster because of her.
But she would come. Anna knew without a shred of doubt that Elsa would come for her.
"You obviously lack all social grace, you're a danger to your own family, I mean think of every disaster that has befallen your country and what's caused it. You are worthless, simply a spare to the queen. Do you really think that you could escape? And even if you did, what's to say that you wouldn't just make things worse- I'm sure you could manage it somehow."
Anna bit her lip as Raven's words echoed in her mind.
Maybe she was right... Maybe she should just wait and...
No! That is exactly what Raven wants you to think!
Anna made up her mind right there.
She would not stop fighting, she would not feel defeated. This was for Elsa, for the hope of a future with Kristoff, for sleigh rides and snowmen, for the belief that she couldn't give up on, that things would turn out okay.
So Anna did the only thing she could think of.
She opened her mouth and began singing at the top of her lungs, to keep up her spirits and annoy the guards she knew were posted at the door, while trying to find something that would help her get rid of the stupid chains around her hands.
Kristoff stared at the port, dull brown eyes looking at the huge trading ships bobbing slightly in the harbor.
His thoughts drifted back to those cursed ice harvesters that had been cheating the people and lured him away from Anna just while she was kidnapped. Silently he heaped insults and ill wishes upon their heads. But he knew it wasn't really their fault, it was just bad timing...
Or was it?
Kristoff sat up straighter, his eyes wide.
Sven grunted, nudging his shoulder.
"I think I've got an idea, buddy," Kristoff told the reindeer excitedly. "What if I was called away from the palace to make Anna easier to kidnap?"
Sven looked doubtful and gave a snort that clearly meant I don't know how that helps us find Anna.
"Those ice-harvesters, the ones that were cheating the southern villages, they were convinced to do that by some black haired woman. What if she did that so that I would leave and they could grab Anna?!"
Kristoff ignored Sven's doubtful look and stood up, grabbing his hat and shoving it onto his head.
Was it really pathetic that he valued the hat about twenty times as much since Anna had worn it on their desperate sprint back to the castle when her heart had been frozen?
"It's a start- better than nothing," Kristoff told Sven, trying to curb some of the rushing hope he felt bubble up in his chest. Anna, hold on. I'm coming. Just be okay when I get there. Please God, let her be okay.
Sven stamped his feet restlessly, letting out a soft lowing sound.
"I'll leave her a note, I don't have time to go back to the palace. Elsa will understand. You up for a run?" Kristoff patted Sven's side, his eyes burning with new hope.
Sven snorted enthusiastically. Kristoff quickly scribbled a fast note which he handed to a guard to deliver to Elsa and then swung up onto Sven's back.
"Alright buddy. Let's go!"
A couple hours later- the journey was significantly shorter without a sleigh and guards to slow them down- Kristoff and a very tired Sven slowed to a stop in front of the little village of Narjordet. Although it was small, the town was a popular stop for merchant ship to pick up a load of fish, and several boats were floating in the port.
"Good boy Sven," Kristoff patted the reindeer. "Thank you so much."
Sven snorted, looking very tired but he shook his head at Kristoff.
"Alright, I'm going!" Kristoff pulled out a carrot and gave it to him. Sven perked up and took a large bite, waiting for Kristoff to take a bite from what was left. Kristoff knew he was not going be able to eat until Anna was safe in his arms. "You eat it, bud, you deserve it."
Jogging down to the port, Kristoff quickly found the small office of the port master. He paused, taking a moment to adjust his hat and quickly brush off some of the reindeer fur on his vest, then pushed the door open. A young man was leaning back in a chair, huge feet propped up on the desk, which was covered with papers. As soon as he saw Kristoff, he started, feet flying upward in his haste to stand up, papers flying all over the place.
"I'm sorry sir. I'm sorry. Uh what can I help you with?" The young blond scrambled to gather the papers all over the floor.
"I need some information about the ships which have been here." Kristoff wasn't very nervous anymore. "I'm looking for anything out of the ordinary..."
"Out of the ordinary?" the young man, who Kristoff could now see had a heavy splattering of freckles, stood up, blue eyes narrowing with concentration. "Well, we've had several ships from Denmark come through, even a ship from England, picking up some fish of course..."
"Have you seen a lady with black hair? And black eyes?" Kristoff cut him off.
"Hmm..." the man paused. "Yeah, I think I have! I remember seeing her for a second on the boat, and I was surprised because usually girls don't come on merchant ships... it's bad luck and all that, you know.."
"What did the ship look like? Is it still here?!" Kristoff's heart started pounding and he nearly strangled the young port master for pausing before answering.
"It was a pretty standard merchant ship, I can't think of anything special about it... I think it headed to Arendelle then Botngard." the young man scratched the side of his nose. "They weren't so friendly, except on of the guards they had along, we chatted a bit but honestly off to Arendelle then to Botngard is all I can tell you. That and they probably had about thirty men aboard."
A few minutes later, Kristoff was petting Sven, his face troubled and conflicted.
"Sven, do you think you'd be able to make it to Botngard? I'm sorry buddy, this really is a lot to ask of you..."
Sven snorted, stomping his hooves and shaking his head in a way that Kristoff knew meant that he wanted Kristoff to mount him.
"Are you sure?" Kristoff looked slightly concerned but also relieved. Sven gave him a look which clearly said It's for Anna, get on already!
"Thank you." Kristoff patted Sven's side one more time then swung up onto the large reindeer's back, and they were off.
Elsa's large blue eyes quickly scanned the slightly grimy, very crumpled, piece of paper. She put it down on the table with a sigh, not exactly sure what to think. Should she go help Kristoff?
It sounded like he was chasing a desperate hope. But that was better than nothing...
She was so tired of waiting. She felt like she was slowly losing any hope of getting Anna back. She felt like she was slowly dying herself, she felt like the worry and anguish was slowly taking her over...
Suddenly Elsa heard a faint clattering in the room next door. Her smooth brown wrinkled in confusion. She had told her guards to leave her alone for the night, not being able to handle the constant presence of another human. They had conceded to guarding the entrances to the palace and the end of her hall. She was fairly sure they were getting tired of being freezing cold and dodging snowstorms.
Only Kirk didn't seem to care about that.
Elsa hadn't seen him since she had ordered him out of her presence. It upset her more than she cared to admit.
But that sound... The room next door was her parent's old room. Lately she had been using it as a study and nobody except her and Anna were allowed in.
Quietly Elsa rose, lithe form tense. Quickly she slipped out of her room. The hall was silent and dark. Slowly she leaned against the door, her eyes widening as she heard muffled snatches of conversation.
"...idiot someone could have heard that!"
"I'm sorry. At least it wasn't the mirror..."
"...you'd be dead."
"Where is that thing?"
"Shut up and look silently!"
Elsa took a deep breath and quickly threw open the door.
Two men clothed in black stared at her in shock before leaping into action. One grabbed a hand mirror off the vanity, shoving it into his coat while the other pulled out a dagger and threw it towards the queen. Elsa easily deflected the weapon with a wave of ice, not that it going anywhere near her anyways.
"What are you doing here? Are you the villains that have my sister?!" Elsa shouted, blocking off their exit with a sheet of ice, snow beginning to swirl around the room. The two men backed up, their faces pale.
"If you kill us, your precious sister will die! Melt the ice and let us go and we'll make sure your sister remains in one piece!"
"Touch a hair on her head and you're dead," Elsa hissed, her blue eyes crackling with fury.
"Too late for that! But if you let us go..."
Elsa's temper spiked to an uncontrollable height. The blast of energy was building up in her hands, and she blindly felt eager to release it on some of her sister's tormentors. In her fury she failed to see the second man edging away around her, reaching for a dagger. She raised one hand, only aware of her anger and fear and the howling of the snow in her ears.
"Elsa, no!"
Suddenly she was falling to the ground, something warm on top of her. Faintly she heard the sound of ice shattering...
No! They were getting away!
Elsa struggled to sit up, the firm weight holding her down suddenly lifting.
"They're gone," she whispered in despair. Quickly she scanned the room and spotted the reason. "They got away because of you!" Elsa whispered, staring at Kirk who was gazing out the window, strangely still. Her anger began to build. Kirk had tackled her, stopping her from...
"You were going to kill them, it would have done nothing for our situation except destroy you. You are not a killer," Kirk didn't face her, his voice slightly strained.
Her anger faded to horror.
Oh God. He's right. I almost killed two men...
Elsa struggled to remain composed, but her heart was pounding in her chest.
I almost killed them.
She closed her eyes, remembering the raw fury that had taken over her, that had seeped into every pore and cell until she was only anger and power. She shuddered and pushed the thought away, realizing she had something she needed to say to Kirk.
"Thank you." Elsa looked up at Kirk who was still at the window. "And... I'm sorry for getting angry at you earlier. I had no right. Kristoff told me what you did for me at the time of the Freeze, what Hans did to you..."
"No need to apologize. But are you alright?" Kirk still did not turn.
"I'm fine. Kirk, are you mad at me?"
She sounded so uncharacteristically vulnerable and she hated it. But she needed to know, for some reason it was very important.
"No..." Kirk finally turned. His handsome face was pale and tight. "Elsa, I think I need a little help..." he sounded reluctant at the confession. Elsa's eyes darted to how he was clutching his side, suddenly noticed the darkness spreading through the fabric.
"Kirk!" her eyes widened with horror.
He was hurt. Oh God, he was hurt... The man must have thrown the dagger... Kirk had tackled her, taking the blade instead...
Quickly Elsa helped him sit down against the wall. She spun her hands around themselves a couple times, pushing the surge of magic towards the ground and watched as a ice creature sprang into being.
"Get a physician and the rest of the guards!" she ordered the strange ice thing. It scuttled off on icy legs. "Take off your shirt," Elsa ordered Kirk.
His face flushed, and she knew hers was burning as well.
"Um..."
"I need to see the wound," Elsa growled. Kirk seemed properly intimidated and began tugging at it. Elsa had to help him get it off in the end, and would have been exceedingly embarrassed except the fact that her heart was pounding with fear as she examined the wound which was clean but deep. Gently but firmly she pressed Kirk's shirt against the wound, trying to stem the bleeding.
Suddenly she became aware of the angry red lines of raised skin crisscrossing Kirk's well toned chest.
Wow, he is muscular... wait what?
Elsa pushed the thought out of her head and looked more closely at the scar lines which seemed fairly new.
"What are these from?" she asked.
Kirk looked uncomfortable and was uncharacteristically silent.
"Kirk, please tell me," Elsa said quietly.
"Um... Hans wasn't so happy about the resistance I had caused against him when he imprisoned you..." Kirk's green eyes locked onto Elsa's blue ones, staring intently at her. "But it wasn't your fault."
Elsa had already stumbled away, pure horror apparent on her face.
"I never knew..." she whispered. "Kirk... Because of me..."
"Elsa," Kirk's deep voice caught her attention. "It was not your fault. Hans was a monster with no heart, his actions reflect nothing of you. Please calm down, the wound is starting to bleed again."
She returned to press the cloth against his side again.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered as the doctor finally rushed in, followed by several guards.
"Don't be. It's not your fault."
Elsa backed out of the way, watching as the doctor began examining the young man, holding her body stiffly. First Anna, now Kirk...
Everyone she loved was getting hurt because of her.
Wait, did she just say she loved Kirk?
Elsa's eyes widened and she swept out of the room in a flurry of snowflakes, her thoughts a jumbled confusion.
Why had the kidnappers come to steal from her parents' bedroom? What did this mean for Anna? Was she okay?
Elsa frowned, remembering how one of the men had grabbed her mother's handheld mirror and taken it. Was that what they had come for?
But why on earth would they want that?
She tried to focus but Kirk's pale face and the crisscrossing scars on his chest suddenly popped up in her mind, as well as the way his bright green eyes locked with hers and...She silently cursed her mixed emotions and tried to clear her head by adding a sheet of ice to her bedroom floor, watching the frost creep up the walls.
Right now she just needed to focus on getting Anna back.
But she wasn't about to let Kirk get hurt again either.
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