You can't believe she threw you out. Literally!

Okay, maybe not literally. But still, freezing someone's body in a block of ice and then having them land on a cushion of snow is pretty cold!

At least she thawed you afterwards. Even if it was from the security of her balcony, where she knows you won't be able to reach her again.

She took your knife and pickaxe as a precaution.

"What am I going to do?" you think aloud, pacing at the bottom of the castle.

You're soaked and shivering as a result of Elsa's methods. Clearly she was trying to make a point. And made it was.

Rafe. This is his doing. If it wasn't for him none of this would be-

"Hey, you!" a royal guard shouts.

Fantastic.

"Stop in the name of the Queen!"

You run.

"I said halt!"

Within seconds multiple guards are on your heels, swords drawn and raised to strike.

It wouldn't matter if they recognised you as Queen Elsa's former personal guard. Being banished means they have orders to arrest you on sight should you ever return.

You need to find Anna. Or Kristoff. Or even Sven.

Somebody.

You head in the direction of the courtyard, where you last saw the ice harvester and his reindeer.

For a minute you manage to lose the guards.

"Over here!" a familiar voice calls from the shadows. "Come on! This way!"

It's Olaf.

You're smiling with relief as you sprint towards the snowman's voice.

"Oh, Olaf, thank-"

But then you freeze in your tracks, petrified.

Stood before you is the sorceress, dark hair falling over half her face as she smirks at your fearful expression.

Again she's adopted Elsa's form, either to taunt you or because she knows it's your greatest weakness.

"Why, hello there, stranger," she purrs, her voice manipulation spell wearing off.

You gulp in response. If only Marshmallow was here.

Should you even attempt running? She wouldn't hesitate to blast you with that sorcery of hers if you did. That's for certain.

Could your body really withstand another attack like that?

You doubt it.

The sorceress cackles.

"What's so funny?" you snarl.

"Oh, nothing," she sniggers. "Just your situation. I find it to be rather humorous if I'm honest."

"Doesn't surprise me. You are a little on the twisted side."

"Oh, I am, am I? Perhaps I should show you just how 'twisted' I can be."

You don't like the sound of where this is leading.

"Tell you what. You and I are going to play a game. I'll even give you a head-start to make it more fair."

Fair? You don't see how that's possible when she has magical powers and you don't.

"Unless you'd prefer I kill you now."

You shake your head vigorously.

"That's what I thought," she says, clearing her throat. "The rules are simple. You hide while I seek."

You nod in compliance. What choice do you have?

The sorceress can't stop smirking. She's getting off on you being at her mercy. "Guess I'd better start counting."

You brace yourself.

"Sixty."

Move. Get out the courtyard.

"Fifty."

Stay out of sight. Race across the bridge.

"Forty."

Proceed through the main town. Find Marshmallow.

"Thirty."

No time. Hide somewhere.

"Twenty."

Don't utter a sound. Wait.

"Ten."

This is it. Goodbye, Elsa.

"Zero."

Ready or not. Here she comes.

The sorceress can practically smell your fear as her tracking spell leads her into the main town.

"Come out, come out, wherever your are."

The streets are vacant. It has to be the early hours of the morning by now.

"My, you're quite good at this. Most my playthings usually don't last so long."

This woman is nuts. Does she seriously believe you're playing a game?

You're so tired. How're you going to survive this? And why is it whenever you're attacked you find yourself without a weapon?

A blast of dark magic forces you out your hiding place.

"Found you!" the sorceress cheers. "This is so much fun!"

Bolting for your life, you head towards the cliffs, away from the main town so as not to endanger the innocent people asleep in their homes.

The sorceress makes pursuing you seem effortless. Maybe for her it is.

You trip on the way up and one of her blasts catches your leg, causing you to limp.

"Got you," she purrs.

Terrified and in pain, you can't go any further.

She's trapped you near the edge of a cliff.

"I've been looking forward to this."

"No," you breathe, backing away. If you die, Elsa marries Rafe. He'll take her back to his kingdom and she'll be miserable forever.

The sorceress notices how close you are to stepping off the cliff edge. She wants to see you fall, to push you with her own two hands. Hitting you with a simple blast wouldn't be as satisfying.

"Game over!"

As she advances on you, you react out of instinct, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her down with you.

She loses her footing and slips, but manages to grasp onto you.

"Let go!" you yell, attempting to shrug her off. "It's not as if you'll die!" You're referring to when you saw her jump from the balcony of Elsa's ice palace.

"Not the same!" she yells back. "I'll melt!"

Of course. The water.

Serves her right.

"Help me," she says in Elsa's voice.

Help her? She tried to kill you twice! Why should you care what happens to her?

"Please."

That voice. How can you bring yourself to ignore it?

You know this isn't Elsa, that the real Elsa is in the castle, up in her bedroom.

This woman is not her!

She's losing her grip and starting to panic. "Please!"

"I can't!" you scream.

You genuinely can't. You're not strong enough to lift both body weights simultaneously.

"But I'm too beautiful to die!"

You'd raise an eyebrow at her if you weren't in such a predicament.

The sorceress can't hold on any longer.

All you can hear is her screaming as she plummets into the water below, followed by a sizzle.