Yoo hoo! Big summer blowout! (Just kidding. It's fall.) So, I may not be updating as frequently this month. NaNoWriMo is here, and I have to divide my time between this and that. I've also published a new story, Ashdown High (check it out!) Don't worry, devoted fans, December will be here before you know it!
Olaf loved being in charge. Especially when he could do it with his girlfriend. The two considered their duty to be to keep the spirits of the people high, so that's exactly what they were doing.
Their latest gimmick: a magic show. Dressed in a long black cape and top hat "borrowed" from a closet, "The Great Olafini" had, so far, made flowers appear out of someone's ear, made a small coin disappear and reappear, and cloaked the Great Hall in darkness (he hadn't actually meant to do that last one, but his "lovely assistant Olga" had helped the light return). Now, he called out to the assembled crowd, "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! I, The Great Olafini, will now cut my lovely assistant Olga in half!" The children assembled at the front of the crowd gasped with delight, and a few eyebrows were raised among the adults as well.
Olga hopped onto a table in front of her boyfriend, ready for action. Olaf picked up a large saw he had "found" near a woodpile and lowered it towards Olga. Then, making swift back-and-forth motions with his tool, he sliced his girlfriend into two pieces without her batting an eyelash. Most of the crowd applauded, but one skeptic shouted, "Oh, come on! Is that really her?"
Olaf didn't reply, but put down his saw and picked up a feather, with which he began to tickle Olga's foot. Olga burst out laughing, and the crowd was convinced - The Great Olafini had done it again!
Suddenly, a loud scream came from somewhere near the courtyard. Olaf ditched his cape and hat, Olga reformed herself, and the two snowpeople raced to a window from which they could observe what was happening. The gates were on fire, and a certain redheaded man in a red-and-gold dress jacket was approaching the front doors. Olaf and Olga had, fortunately, planned for this kind of emergency. Olga called to the crowd, "Okay people, follow me!" and skipped out of the room, leading the whispering mass. Meanwhile, Olaf got to work pushing chairs and such against the door. "You're not getting in here, Hans!" he said quietly as he worked.
Eventually, there was a large bump against the door, and Olaf could here Hans saying, "Let me in, you little imp!" on the other side. It was then that the snowman began to panic, but an idea came quickly. Moving fast, he separated himself into head, nose, middle, arms, butt, and feet and scattered these parts all over the Great Hall. At that moment, Hans burst through the door.
Olaf wiggled his feet to make it look as if he were trying to hide under a chair. Hans quickly incinerated said chair, but Olaf's personal flurry had manipulated itself to cover all of his parts (Olaf made a mental note to ask Elsa about that later), so his feet escaped unharmed. Then, Olaf jiggled his butt to make Hans think that he was in a corner. That corner quickly became an inferno, but Olaf's butt remained intact. Olaf kept Hans busy in this manner, carefully inching all of his parts towards a side exit in the process. Soon, however, Hans had figured out Olaf's trick and made a lunge for the snowman's head. Olaf tried to roll it out of the way, but Hans was too quick for him and grabbed the head.
"Now," demanded Hans, "you tell me where the royal heirlooms are kept, or you're a pile of slush."
Olaf replied, "I don't know!" He didn't want to give this weirdo any information like that, so he was delaying the response as best he could.
"I don't care if you know!" Hans shouted. "If you want to live another day, tell me at least where you think they are." At that moment, Olga opened the door and announced, "Okay, everyone's in the North Tower and - " Here she stopped short and began to stare at Hans, who smirked at Olaf('s head), "Well now, thanks to your little girlfriend here, I know where to find the townsfolk."
Olga nervously responded, "I'm glad I could help you. In fact... I've been considering joining you." Both Hans and Olaf shouted, "What?!" The only difference was, Hans was excited and Olaf was shocked.
Olga shyly continued, "I... I've been feeling insecure about myself lately, like I'm not strong enough to help you and the others, Olaf. It's like I don't know where my place is..."
"Oh, Olga," Hans replied in the tone he had used when reassuring Elsa back in the prison, "belive me, the Snow Queen isn't worth helping. She is weak, afraid to use her powers. Join me, and you will be joining the winning side."
Olaf shouted, "That's not true! Elsa's just getting used to her powers, that's all. Hans here tried to kill both Elsa and Anna, remember? Don't fall for his trap!"
Olga looked at Hans, then Olaf. She then stated, "Hans... I'm with you."
"Excellent," Hans replied, while Olaf closed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief.
Next chapter: A peek into Elsa's thoughts...