Frantz left the party and the gate of the castle, Olaf following from behind.
" Frantz, where are we going?" The little snowman asked, Frantz turned to him,
" I don't know Olaf, I just want to go where no one tells me I'm wrong, no one tells me I'm stupid or clumsy. I want to go to a place where I'm free." The prince replied, confusing Olaf.
" But, if you're gone, whose going to play snowball fights with me?" Olaf asked devastated, " I'll have to come with you, so that way we can play all the time!" He cheered.
" No Olaf, I have to go alone. My mom and dad will miss you if you leave." Frantz explained to the snowman. Olaf was confused once again.
" Won't they miss you too?" He asked, Frantz looked saddened.
" No, they have Fillipe, they don't need me." He said, truly believing it was true.
" Oh, okay. Let's go!" Olaf said walking ahead, but Frantz picked him up and turned him around.
" No, Olaf. I need little time to my self, okay?" The royal asked politely.
Olaf blinked, then blinked again. " Boop." He said as he poked Frantz's nose.
Frantz sighed, looking at Olaf.
" Just give me a minute." He said finally, turning and leaving after that was said, a sad-looking Olaf left in his wake.
" Okay!" Olaf yelled, after what seemed like forever, making Frantz jump. " 1..2..3.4...7" the snowman counted quietly.
Frantz went into the stables, looking for the only horse that would listen to him. He found the horse, tripping over a bucket and startling it.
The horse whinnied loudly, stomping its hooves and bucking it's head.
" Hey, easy boy it's just me. It's okay Citron." Frantz calmed the frightened horse that was once his fathers. Citron looked to see his young master in front of him, and he instantly stopped moving about.
" Good boy, Citron. Very good boy." Frantz praised, laying his head atop the horse's mane. He then led Citron out of the stables, grabbing a bridle and saddle as well. Frantz put the gear onto his horse, mounting him afterwards. He gently dug his heel into Citron's sides, signaling for him to gallop, and gallop he did. The young prince left Arendelle, knowing nothing of the mayhem his brother had caused, and that he was the only hope they had.
Meanwhile...
Olaf had stopped counting at " Twenty-teen" deciding that was enough time to be alone. Olaf went to find Sven, thinking he'd want to play too. When he found him, Sven was sleeping in the royal stable built especially for him, snoring and snorting in his sleep.
" Hey! Sven!" The snowman whispered excitedly, waking the reindeer in the process. Sven looked down angrily at Olaf for waking him at such an untimely hour.
Olaf, being Olaf was completely oblivious. " Hey Sven! Frantz ran away!" He told the reindeer happily. Sven burst out his stable, looking at the snowman furiously, if he could talk he'd have said " And you let him!" But Olaf beat him to it.
" Of course I let him." Olaf said as if he understood. Sven looked for any trace of his human friend. Panicking, he picked Olaf up on his back and began to search frantically. If Elsa found out they lost him, she'd freeze them both.
Sven kept sniffing until he picked up a different scent. Smoke, Sven's instincts took over and he ran for the trees, Olaf bobbing on his back.
" Hey look! Fireworks!" He said joyfully, not knowing that fire was in no way meant as entertainment. Sven looked to where Olaf was pointing and ran faster, trying to get to higher ground.
Meanwhile in the castle...
Ana, Kristoff, Hans and Elsa were still trapped, wondering why their Fillipe would be so cruel. Almost on cue, Fillipe entered the room with a sick smile on his face.
" Fillipe! Why would you do this?" Elsa asked pleadingly. Fillipe felt a pang of regret but quickly pushed it aside.
" Mother honestly, all my life I've had to give things up, my childhood, my friends, my freedom, but now it's your turn. Now that I have you all here, you can watch as I take everything away from you." He replied menacingly.
" Why didn't you tell us?" His father asked. Fillipe rolled his eyes.
" As if you'd have cared, all you'd say was that, it was my responsibility and i'd have to deal with it." The new king snapped. Hans looked away knowing he was right. Ana saw the hurt in his eyes as he said what he did, knowing he was acting on his rage and pain.
" Fillipe, you can stop this, you don't have to hide your feelings from us." Ana pleaded, Fillipe turned to face her, his face softening, he looked more like a lost boy rather than a villian. But Fillipe shook his head.
" No, I will my revenge!" He yelled, turning and slamming the door.
Ana looked sadly after her nephew, " I know you don't want to do this." She whispered as she was engulfed by the dark room once more.
Frantz was riding his father's horse, Citron through the trees, not really knowing what he wanted to do. He kept riding until a flaming tree fell dangerously close to him and Citron. Frantz whirled around, seeing that the entire forest behind him was aflame. Citron whinnied and kicked, knocking Frantz off in his panic and he ran away wildly.
Frantz started to cough. " Citron! Ahhhhhhh!" He screamed as more trees fell near him. He ran dodging the flames and ambers falling around him. Frantz saw a cave where he'd be safe from the fire. While running blindly as the smoke clouded his vision, Frantz was burned several times. Frantz made it to the cave, panting harshly and passing out.
In the darkness of the cave, whispering voices could be heard.
" Who is he?"
" He's hurt!"
" Come on, let's take him to the den."
The voices whispered softly, dragging the injured prince back with them.
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