"Hold out men! Our Queen should be sending troops by now." Shouted Caspian. He was the newly promoted captain of the army since the previous one had just died by being shot in the head with an arrow. "Keep your shields up! Huddle together against the walls in groups and make openings for the archers to shoot in retaliation!"
Caspian was very well respected by the men. He was a force to be reckoned with. Carrying a larger sword then most that he handled liked a feather, he could tear men down with one slash. He had a wicked scar going from the top of his left temple down to the right side of his jaw from a previous battle. Despite all of that most men, allied or not, remembered him for his piercing gaze. It set souls ablaze with fear when he was angered. None dared to cross him if they could help it. However he couldn't win a battle single handedly no matter how battle seasoned he was. He wished he could spare some of these men's lives since so many were dropping from the constant hail of arrows but war was war and sadly good men died. They were holding their ground steadily but unless most of their archers got one or two lucky shots in it really would not make much of a difference compared to the damage that the enemy was causing, that was what was making Caspian worry. Unless they could somehow get out of the passage they were going to be stuck here until every last one of them was picked off by the arrows.
What felt like ages past, even Caspian was beginning to tire from keeping his shield up for so long when suddenly the down pour of arrows had just stopped. All became silent for a few seconds and during those seconds daring to peak out a little from underneath his shield, Caspian could see thick gentle snowflakes falling from above. When suddenly screams from atop the mountain pass began to echo down into the chiasm. The snow began to thicken and the wind was picking up. Caspian realized what was happening and a grin split across his face. He put his shield down and shouted, "Men! We are saved. We have been graced with the very presence of the Queen herself. Get up and go fight! Go fight for your Queen you worthless mutts!"
Caspian was excited the tides were turning, he had always heard from the old captain stories of how Elsa fought and defended her kingdom. That her powers she showed at home to the people looked like cheap tricks compared to how she could use them on the battlefield. It was said that while hundreds of men died in seconds, which was a feat in and of itself, that the sound was more chilling then the sight because it was unearthly the way it became so silent so fast on the field with Elsa fighting. After having commandeered a horse Caspian rode out and up to the ridge but he was only able to catch the very last seconds of the battle which were still spectacular.
Sitting atop her horse alone in the field with bodies strewn about her, Elsa's hair blew wildly about her as did her stunning dress with the hems being torn to shreds from the riding. Caspian could only marvel at her as she was wielding two giant ice snowflakes in the air above her as shields from the few oncoming arrows that remained. Raising up her hands in a flourish she concentrated thousands of ice daggers together, making them bigger and bigger, then suddenly she released them and they flew into the last of the enemy line. Striking them down with sickening thuds. All grew still as the wind slowed and the snow began to fall gently again. Even with her hair wild now and her beautiful dress ruined sitting atop her great horse Caspian still thought that in this moment of time he had never seen a more beautiful woman in his life. He had only ever seen the Queen in court or when she walked by the training grounds to talk to the Captain about matters pertaining to the kingdom's defenses. Otherwise everything he knew about her was from stories or gossip. Now that he was the new captain he realized that he might want to go introduce himself as such and get his men home to get some warm food after all that they have been through this night.
Looking up into the sky, closing her eyes, Elsa sighed a breath of relief. She was quite rusty and needed to train more she realized because she had been carless and almost got hit by arrows more times than she would care to admit. Upon opening her eyes a great full moon covered the night sky. The clouds were slowly parting, the storm abating, making night look like day with the light reflecting upon the snowy ground. Feeling someone's gaze on her she looked around saw one of her soldiers a little ways off on a horse. She raised her hand and beckoned him forward. Kicking his horse into gear Caspian rode over, as he approached her, her gaze had already returned to the sky.
"Beautiful night we're having isn't it?" said Caspian.
Elsa only nodded, her gaze still on the full moon. Not letting this opportunity go to waste Caspian looked her over. Any normal person by now would be a shivering blue lump but not her, she had never looked more regal as a queen to him then now. Her hair was plastered against her forehead while her chest was still slightly heaving from using her powers. Her dress was completely ruined but it looked more like battle worn armor by the way she carried herself.
Closing her eyes she put her head down for a few seconds, mourning those who had died and those she had killed. Elsa then raised her head looking forward speaking, "Where is Captain Lance?"
"Dead, was shot in the head by an arrow." Said Caspian matter of fact, "I'm the one to be replacing him in rank, if you would have it your Majesty."
Then for the first time during their meeting Elsa turned her gaze upon him and looked him in the eyes asking, "What is your name?"
"Caspian, your Majesty." Replied Caspian. They locked eyes for what seemed like minutes.
Elsa was internally taken aback. What she saw in this man's eyes was no fear. This man's gaze was not backing down from hers. She had known many hardened warriors but even they still had some fear in their eyes but not Caspian. His gaze had more than no fear, it had something else that made her heart almost skip a beat.
Realizing that the Queen was starting to catch onto his true intentions he broke out into a grin saying, "Why don't I go round up the men while you decide whether or not you will have me as a captain of your guard?" Without waiting for a reply he kicked his horse into gear and rode off, leaving a startled Queen behind.