A/N:Sorry for the really long wait! I've been seriously busy, but I finally got time to write. Thanks for being so patient. By the way, this is all in the summer, in the last week of July. And if you don't know what a scabbard is, it's the thing you have on your belt-ish type thing you put your sword in. You can also look up pictures, too.

-Dee

Elsa sprinted to the front castle doors, thrusting them open with a violent shove. Glancing up at the sky, she muttered a curse word under her breath. She heard screams in the direction of the open gates.

"The fjord." she breathed.

Running with the train of her dress in her right hand, she passed the open gates, and made a sharp right turn. Everywhere, turmoil. Everywhere, cries for help. Everywhere, death. She caught sight of a man hovering over a fisherman, his fist making contact with the poor man's nose again and again.

"Hey, you!" the queen hollered at the traitor. He looked around, confused. When he realized the sound came from below him, his eyes widened at the sight of Elsa.

Elsa raised her right hand, letting go of her train and laughed, "Freeze!" sending a blast of magic at the traitor. He jumped in the air, hoping to miss the blow and fall in the water, instead, it hit him midair. His body froze like a statue, weighing him down, down, down, into the surrounding water, like a sunken ship. Elsa grinned in her victory, but only for a short while.

"Queen Elsa!" a guard wrapped his hand around her waist, and pulled her chest to his, saving her from being shot in the back by a swift arrow.

"Thank you." she said, still hugged tight in his embrace.

"No problem, Your Majesty." he smirked, clearly enjoying the closeness.

"You can let me go now." She told him, wanting to go investigate the rest of the grounds, but mostly wanting to wiggle out of the awkward situation.

"As you wish, Your Majesty." he loosened his grip at once. Elsa cocked an eyebrow and turned around, continuing on her way around the fjord.

"Your Majesty!" the guard called. Elsa continued walking, but only because she thought whatever this guard had to say was far less important than saving the lives of these fishermen, "Your Majesty! I am your personal guard. I was assigned to accompany you by the Royal Union this morning!"

Elsa stopped in her tracks, "What?"

He walked around her train, careful not to step on it. "I'm supposed to follow you. Wherever you go. That's how this whole 'guard' thing works, right?"

"Excuse me? I do not need a guard. Firstly, if you haven't noticed, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself," she argued, glancing down at her hands, "Secondly, I will not have someone like you follow me around everywhere." Elsa began to walk quickly again, hoping to lose him. But he didn't budge.

"The Union decided I was best fit for the job. And what do you mean 'someone like me'?" the guard was fairly amused.

Elsa's steps paused. "The Union is not the final authority on what goes on in my Kingdom. I am. Tell the Union that their Queen refuses the...generous offer. Now leave me alone. I have people to save." the Queen hissed.

"Like it or not, Queen Elsa, I was assigned to protect you, and that is what I shall do." he taunted.

She sighed and continued on walking, "Fine. What is your name, then?"

"Perhaps we should discuss this later. The fjord is a battlefield and I don't think an introduction is appropriate at this time." he said, focusing on a ship a few yards away.

"Well, f-"

"Help! Help, Queen Elsa!" a man on the ship screamed, holding a child in his arms, "I have a son! Please help!"

Elsa wasted no time. She clasped her hands together, then slowly pulled them apart, revealing a tiny ball of ice. She tossed opened her hands, letting the ball land directly in front of her, and a staircase leading up to the starboard side of the ship had developed. The queen hurried up the stairs, knowing that it could melt any second. Lowering herself onto the deck, she looked around to see red, bloody bodies. Women, children, men, they were gone. All gone. Rane had done this.
Her eyes filled with tears, No, no. It can't be. She breathed in the summer air, taking in the blossoms, the leaves, the salt water. She allowed herself to lose her sense of ability and time. She needed to calm down, she needed to deal with this is a way that wouldn't effect her innermost being. Focusing on the sounds of the birds flying through the air, the leaves blowing off the branches of flourishing trees, and-

Screams for loved ones. Cries for help. It filled her with anger. Unshakable and fiery anger. She wanted to avenge the lives Rane had taken, by taking some of her own.

"Stand down, traitor." Elsa spat at a man dressed in black, holding a knife. He didn't move anything but his mouth, which curled into a devilish smile. "Drop the knife," she said, slowly creeping toward the man from the left.

With one swift motion, the traitor grabbed the fisherman hugging the crying child tightly, pulling them in front of himself and held a knife to the man's neck, "Come any closer and he'll die too. Another life lost because of you."

"This wasn't because of me. This was because of your cause's inability to accept the truth."

"And what is the truth? Rane is destined. That is the truth." he growled, the knife inching closer to the fisherman's neck.

"No, please! Queen Elsa!" he fisherman begged, clutching his son tighter.
Elsa ignored the please of the man, knowing that if she showed weakness, the man would for sure kill them.

Elsa saw the guard crouching behind the traitor, he showed the grip of his sword and pointed at the man. He mouthed, Get the fisherman, and the queen agreed by pressing her lips together.

The traitor cackled with maniacal laughter, "You bitch, you won't last a month in y-"

"NOW!" The guard howled, and in a fraction of a second, Elsa created a thick ice wall between the evil man and the innocent fisherman. With one arm stuck in the wall of solid ice, the evil man screamed curse words. The fisherman backed away from the wall, a bead of sweat dripping down his nose.
A second later, she heard a yell of pain.
Tensing, she tiptoed to her left, hoping to see who lived and who didn't.
The guard finally strutted out, a splatter of blood on his face and his sword safely back in his scabbard.

"What's wrong? You weren't worried about me, were you?" He smiled at her uneasiness.
With that, he sprung off the side of the ship and onto the wooden dock, seeing that the ice staircase was now melted. Elsa looked over the side and watched him rush away to assist other guards with more fights, when he turned back and grinned.
Elsa could have sworn she blushed.

"Afternoon, Elsa!" Anna greeted her.
The entire throne room turned to stare at the princess, her outburst had interrupted Gustav's daily report. Thanks to her bad timing, her face was glowing a shade of red even Elsa hadn't even seen before.

"Oohhh..." Anna backed away, "sorry."

"That's alright, Anna." Elsa told her, restoring Anna's self confidence, "Excuse me, I promised my sister I would join her for lunch. May we resume this meeting after?"

"Of course, Your Majesty." he nodded, "Guards. Escort her Majesty to the kitchen."

"That won't be necessary. I can protect myself and my sister. But thank you." Elsa shot a sideways smile at Anna. And glanced at the unnamed guard, who she caught smiling at her.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Gustav answered at once.

"Let's go!" Princess Anna chuckled, pulling her sister's arm past the doors and into the hallway. They sprang like gazelles in the meadow, laughing and giggling the whole way to the kitchen. It was moments like these, that reassured Elsa that life is worth living as long as Anna was in it.

Elsa told Anna about today, about the unnamed guard, and after about twenty minutes of Anna giving her pats on the back, not interrupting(even during the guard part), and reassuring her none of it was her fault, Elsa decided to talk about something else. Surprisingly enough, it was Hans.

"And his sideburns...they're so long! Hasn't anyone told him that they're hanging off his face?" Anna joked.
Elsa joined in, "Sideburns? More like sidebeards."
They both burst out laughing, dipping strawberries, grapes, and pieces of apple in the chocolate fondue.

"I bet he's having a lot of fun back in the Southern Isles." Elsa comically smiled, knowing what his real fate was.

"I'm not even going to try to be nice to him. I really hope his brothers are treating him like the scum he is." Anna rolled her eyes.

Elsa chuckled. And after a few seconds of silence, Elsa said, "I'm so glad things are the way they are."

Anna smiled, "Me too, Elsa. I used to have to eat chocolate by myself in here. Not nearly as fun, for the record."

"I'm so sorry I shut you out all those years, I-"

"Elsa," Anna sighed, "don't. I know why you did. And I forgive you. We're sisters. That's what sisters do."

"To Hans." Elsa said, laughing. She raised her chocolate covered apple on a stick, as a way to cheer to the new life she had gotten with Anna. A second chance.

"To Hans. Rot in Hell you crazy bastard." Anna raised hers, and tapped Elsa's, before giggling again. "…sidebeards," Anna muttered, trying with all her might to hold in her laughter.
Elsa's lips twitched into a smirk as she chewed the apple.
A second later, they both simultaneously erupted once again with giggles, snickers, and howls. Before they knew it, they were rolling on the floor, still unable to contain their hysteric guffaws.

After seconds of panting, Elsa turned to Anna beside her, "Anna?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you think I can protect our kingdom?"

"You know I do."
The queen got up off the kitchen floor, brushed off her dress, with Anna following suit.

"I love you, Anna." Elsa grabbed Anna's hands with hers, her palms cold but warm in a way that was comforting to Anna.

With no hesitation, Anna replied, "I love you too Elsa," before capturing her sister in a warm hug.