Anil awoke hours later; Anna and Kristoff were still asleep. Elsa was using her powers, turning her ice into snow and resting it on her fellow Scion's back, then removing it, an imitation of swapping the blood away. Elsa then threw it down the mountain, and it melted as it slid down the steep cliff-like surface of earth.

"How long have we been out?" Anil questioned.

Elsa turned. She had dragonfly like wings that were shaped like water droplets, semi transparent but had a blue tint to it.

"I don't know," she answered, walking over. Anil frowned.

Elsa continued. "I don't think that the wings are your powers or Kristoff's. I mean, Anna has mental healing… I think it's something along the 'mental powers' line…"

"…but because you grew wings, so did we. How about we go hunting? And learn how to fly?" Elsa suggested. Anil nodded and looked at his wings; they were large and white feathered, and 16 feet across and 3 feet up to down. Elsa's wings were 10 feet long each, and they buzzed as she flapped them and rose experimentally.

Anil crouched to the ground, spreading his pure white feathers out. He arched them upwards and flapped them downwards, feeling his shoulder muscles moving. He continued to flap them until he got enough lift to fly for the first time (which was an hour later) and he and Elsa flew off in search for food.

They landed in a forest. Anil knew how to land instantly, and he did so, canting his lower body forward until his feet hit the ground. He ran a few steps to prevent himself from falling flat on his face.

"Hey, what's this?" Elsa asked. Anil looked over and saw she was pointing to a WANTED poster on a tree. There were several others around them. They displayed his, Elsa's, Anna's, and Kristoff's faces, along with someone they didn't recognize.

"Who's that?" Anil asked, looking at the picture. A girl with messy dark hair and light eyes and skin was on the poster, along with the words HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GIRL?

Anil looked up, tapping Elsa. "I think she's here," he said.

Elsa looked in the direction Anil was looking. He was right: a girl with pale skin, long unevenly cut black hair that went down to her waist, and narrowed, neon yellow/green eyes. She was holding something in her hand-it was a sword, one that glowed a bright blue when-

"Hey! That's my sword!" Elsa yelled. In seconds she was crossing the distance between the girl and herself.

the girl picked up on the thought of, I better fight her if I want my sword back...

The girl's eyes narrowed further and as Elsa approached, and she held out two fingers, her middle and index, pressed tightly together with her thumb pointing towards the sky and the rest of her hand curled into a fist. Sensing what she was about to do, Elsa made an ice shield just as the girl's lightning bolt hit.

Anil's wings spread and he rocked his body backwards a little bit, and before he knew it he shot skywards, above the two dueling Scions. Just like last time, his wings flapped naturally, like he'd been doing it his entire life…

Once he was 780 feet up, Anil dropped down, tucking his wings in and aiming for the space between the two females. There had been no rift yet between the girl's lightning bolt and Elsa's ice shield, but there was going to be thanks to an air rift.

Anil adjusted his position and landed feet first, making his wings take the spread eagle position, and making a rift between the two Scions. They got blasted backwards as a result of the powerful air separation attack, landing in awkward positions. The sword went flying. Elsa held up a hand, and it zipped towards her, landing in her hand and glowing more.

The mysterious girl shot straight back up again, although she had a snarl on her face, and Anil caught sight of her wings- they were shaped like a lightning bolt's, oddly enough, and were at least 15 feet across and 2 feet top to bottom. "Really, Elsa?" The girl demanded, looking at the Snow Queen. "And you, Anil, why did you stop us?"

Elsa's eyes narrowed. "How do you know who we are?"

The girl's eyes narrowed even further, if that was possible. "Doesn't matter. But, we're all scions here, so maybe we should try and get along."

Elsa smirked and took 2 posters off two of the trees, which had her and Anil's faces on them. "Maybe you should pay more attention..." she looked at the poster, "Torunn."

"Fine," Torunn spat, "I'll admit I was looking for you. I had my theories, that there was another group of Scions out there… but I never would have guessed you guys were running from the trolls."

"Trolls?" Anil questioned. Torunn walked over to them, nodding.

"Yeah. You know, those ugly monsters…" Torunn shrugged and sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Listen, I know that wasn't the best way to start off things, but I picked up on your thoughts, and i only attacked 'cause you were gonna attack me."

Elsa rolled her eyes. "Welcome to the team, Torunn."

The girl blinked in surprise and nodded. "And how about you share that deer in your bag with us?" Anil suggested, as the scent wafted over to him. "C'mon," he added, walking away. "I assume you know how to fly?"

"Yes, yes I do," Torunn replied. Anil nodded, and took off, with the female Scions following closely behind.

"They still live," Alexzander said quietly, as he studied his youngest brother's face.

"Yes, they do," Hans said, sighing. "It's just- I wasn't able to kill them because-"

"Because NOTHING!" Alexzander roared. Hans flinched backwards and fell on his rear.

"Brother, I didn't mean-"

"Silence on what you really mean! Anil hasn't reported to me in weeks and I sent you out to see if they were still alive! I wanted you to bring them here, I wanted to torture them, to kill them slowly and rule over all the lands…"

"Actually, Anil is one of the Scions, brother…"

Alexzander stopped his pacing. After 2 minutes of silence (In which Hans was literally shaking in his boots) he grabbed a sword (which Hans couldn't see) and hid it behind his back as he turned.

"Hm," was all he said, and Hans stiffened.

"If I may, dear brother, perhaps I could get a chance to redeem myself by hunting down and bringing at least Anil to you… he was always a freak…"

"No…no. You won't be." Alexzander paused and looked at Hans, with a glint in his beady eyes. "Someone else will. After all…" He revealed the sword from behind his back. It was long, had a rugged blade, and was stained with blood. "…you are worthless and very much expendable, dearest brother."

Then he raise the sword and plunged it into Hans' heart. The youngest of the twelve royals of the Southern Isles screamed.

His blood splattered the walls.