Guardians of the Tangled Frozen Blah Blah Blah

by morethanemployed

...we get it already. People want to see a cross over of all cgi. Anywho, Mother Gothel and Kristoff seek out the two 'mortal guardians', those chosen to choose the fate of all mortals; whether to fear or love. Hans and Eugene wage an epic battle to determine whether the world remains in light or plunges into darkness.

4. Chapter 4

The second Hans hit landfall in Corona, he felt his breath taken away. He had always loved it here; its warm light, warm people, and... just warmth in general. This particular neighbor of the Southern Isles was a lot like Arrendelle; rich, but small.

It was the perfect place for a coup.

Hans smirked, turning to his mother, "So, where do we begin?"

He caught her vanishing form at the edge of the forest. She stopped just long enough to tell him, "Use the magic of the Blade to turn them to your side."

With that, she vanished into the trees. Hans watched her go, his heart aching with hurt. He pretended it was hunger.

power of the blade, power of the blade...

He walked forward. The Blade changed form, wrapping itself around his arm, its point was slightly off-center. Hans tried turning it, but it stayed warped.

"Communicate with it, let it resonate within you," He repeated his mother's words, "Okay, fine then. You lead the way."

And so it did.

Hans wandered through the forest feeling a bit silly. When he was small, he dreamed he'd go on adventures with a couple goofy sidekicks and a magic weapon. This was a pretty poor comparison. Not only was his 'goofy sidekick' his mother, but she also left him, again.

His teeth gritted. The Blade became hard, rigid. Small teeth sprouted along the sides of it...

swish...!

With one swipe, three trees were leveled. Hans stood still, watching them fall without much appreciation. He knew he had to get his emotions under control. His mother gave out grave warnings occasionally, and this was certainly one of them, "The Blade has power over people, Hans. It can corrupt anyone... even its wielder," She paused there, "Especially its wielder!"

Hans Westerguard was no fool; if his mother said it was dangerous, it was. Besides, no power came without risk. He remembered Elsa. For the first time in weeks, he really wanted to see her again, and prove his new-found power. The blade straightened, and pointed in the direction of Arrendelle.

"Not yet," He said, calming his mind, "...but I swear, one day I shall return to Arrendelle."