(Hans)
We have been trudging through the snow for a couple of hours now. Not that the going was that tough, but I wanted to go slowly and spread out to see if we could find Anna in the snow.
When we get to a trading post, I dismount to get some information. Inside I find an entire family squeezed into a steamy sauna. I'm invited to join but I politely decline, and ask them if they have seen Anna or Elsa. The owner of the post, a huge man named Oaken, informs me that a young woman, fitting Anna's description, came in to harnas herself for the winter, and left with a strapping young man who knew his way around the mountains.
That gave me some relief, she was in good hands. Now I just had to find Elsa.
When we traveled another hour, at a much quicker pace, we finally arrive at a most magnificent sight - a palace made entirely of ice, breathtakingly beautiful and mysterious.
The moment of awe ends when we are attacked by a huge beast of snow and ice, and it takes all our combined effort to not be killed.
It does not escape my notice however, that Weselton's men snuck around and race through the doors while the rest of us are struggled with the snowman. I don't trust them as far as I can throw them, and I renew my effort in throwing off the attack.
Finally we gain ground and manage to push the snow monster over the edge of the ravine.
There is no time to waste, I run up the stairs as fast as I can. Once inside, it takes me a moment to orient myself, and I try to calm my heart so that I can listen. I hear voices coming from above so I race up another flight of stairs and come upon a baffling scene.
The two men are trapped in Elsa's magic, one is being pushed towards the edge of a balcony by a huge block of ice, the other is pinned by spears of ice. Elsa stands hunched over in the middle of the room, a look of determination on her face, hands spread out in warning.
I know she's trying to defend herself, but I also know that to continue in this way, will only spiral her deeper into despair.
"Queen Elsa!" I cry out "Stop! Don't be the monster they think you are!"
She hesitates, and glances over her shoulder at me. I can see a look of desperation in her eyes, like she's saying "help me!''
A movement in the corner of my eyes; the soldier is slowly lifting his crossbow, and aiming it at Elsa. There's not a moment to lose, I dash over and smash my fist under his, to throw off his aim, to save Elsa.
My relief is short lived, as the arrow upsets a larger than life chandelier that plunges down, straight towards Elsa. There's nothing I can do, as I see Elsa run in slow motion, just barely escaping death, but not far enough to not be knocked unconscious by the aftermath.
As fast as my legs can carry me, I run over to her, and gather her limp body into my arms. So much power, but now she is soft and breakable like a bird. I put my ear next to her mouth and feel her soft breath tickling me, so she's alive. I sigh in relief.
Tenderly I scoop her up into my arms, and carry her out of the palace. For just a moment I entrust her to the care of my second while I mount Sitron, and then I reach down to take her on my lap. I situate her so that her cheek rests on my shoulder, wrap my cloak around her and then proceed to head back down to the palace.
The way back is so much quicker than the way up, and in no time at all we arrive at our destination.
Things down here have not gone as well as I hoped. Weasleton has been spreading his poison and I can tell that people don't know what to do or think anymore.
I decide that for her safety I should put Elsa in a dungeon, that way Weselton can't get to her, and she can't escape if she is cuffed. It pains me to do it, but after I speak with the officials I hope I can see her again and get this mess sorted out.
I lay her down on the bed and cover her with my cloak. She looks so small and sad laying there, her lids a soft pink and her hair sticking out around her head like a halo. I lean down and place a quiet kiss on her temple.
(Elsa)
The cold wakes me, which is strange, I'm never cold. I have no idea where I am, all I see are walls around me, lit up by grayish light filtering through a small window. I'm lying on a bed, covered by a soft cloak. When I get up to look out the window, my arms are jerked back by chains. I look at my hands to see them encased in metal. What happened to me?
Flashes begin to come back to me - pain at having to reject Anna, soldiers threatening me, me turning into a monster… and Hans, his eyes so green and soft, begging me not to give in. Saving my life. Running for my life as I was about to be pierced by my own chandelier. And then nothing.
I look outside and see a harassed fjord, it takes me a second to recognise it as my own! Everything has turning into angry ice, the ships have been pushed up like great skeletons, neglected and bare.
The door behind me creakes, alarming me to a presence. Hans! He's ok. I realize now that I feared the palace might have crashed down onto him. "Why did you bring me here?"
He comes closer, and stretches out his hand, almost as if to touch me. I take a step back, and he drops his hand, reluctantly it seems. "I couldn't just let them kill you."
"But I'm a danger to Arendelle, you have to let me go!"
He crosses his arms, like he's cold, and trying to hold onto his warmth. "If you would just stop winter, bring back summer…"
"Don't you see? I can't! You have to let me go. Maybe if I go away far enough…" My tears, so close to the surface seem to be the only thing that I can control and I squeeze my eyes shut.
"Elsa," I hear him whisper, and I feel his presence even closer, the warmth radiating from his body. It feel so lovely, all I want to do is lean into him, but I can't. Who knows what will happen, I can feel the fear crawling up from the ground, up my legs and settling in the pit of my stomach, my hands clench into fists and the shackles crackle with frost.
"Please, go, please tell them to let me go," I whisper.
He pauses, then sighs, "I'll see what I can do." As he walks away, the lack of his warmth is colder than anything I've ever felt before.