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Chapter 25

The Noble Endeavor and the Weselton ship collided, and grappling hooks flew from both ships to lock them together. Weselton's men moved first, swinging and jumping aboard the Noble Endeavor brandishing their cutlasses and short swords. They were greeted by the crew, and a pair of Wulfen flanking a large figure wearing archaic armor plate.

"GET OFF MY SHIP!" roared the Wolf King.

Some of the Weselton men actually stopped in their tracks and then obeyed the command, deciding facing cries of cowardice and punishment at the hands of their own was a far more appealing option. More charged forward, and were stunned when the imposing figure in armor moved forward, a mace in his right hand and a Buckler in his left. Half Human, Half-Wolf Kind, Nathaniel Lawrence had grown up in the harsh environs of Yoitsu, trained to be a warrior to defend his home and family. He had spent nearly a century battling across Europe as a mercenary while he searched for his mate, only to return home to find Yoitsu in the grips of an usurper. His mother had been the Goddess of Rich Harvest. He was merely a Demi-god of Battle, but here and now, that would be enough. Within moments, the Weselton men were scrambling back aboard their own ship, or lying in bloody heaps on the deck. Arik had to duck as he saw the Wolf King actually pick up a man and fling him from one ship to the other.

"Quickly, we need to disengage from these devils!" he shouted.

Elsa watched the fight as best as she could and paused in wonderment, and a bit of terror. The Wolf King, Naeil's own father. His armor was just as the tales had described, embossed with celtic knotwork, forming the faint outline of a wolf's head, and shining in the setting sun. He wielded a mace and shield, and fought at the front of his warriors. A legendary King of old, here in the modern world. She also realized, that he was not some fictional knight in shining armor, but a very real Avatar of Destruction, a God of War made manifest. Suddenly she was snapped from her thoughts by Arik screaming, "Use the 6 pounders and sweep their deck!"

Nathaniel and his Guard caught the command and reacted, "EVERYONE DOWN, NOW!"

The cannonade blasted across the deck of the Noble Endeavor, sending grapeshot into the crew and swallowing the Wolf King in a blast of smoke. As it cleared, Elsa gasped as she saw the shiny metal lying in a bloody tangle of men. She shook her head, "No, not him too." She reached deep into herself, biting her tongue against the pain on her wrists, and bit by bit, the snowstorm worsened.

Arik snorted, "So much for fairy tales. Get us clear of the mess, Captain."

Anna and Han's blades danced off each other as they battled in the ruins of Arendelle. Hans was very much the Princess's superior in pure strength, but she countered with a combination of skill and agility that Hans was completely unprepared for. Add to the fact that the circling wolves were very true to their statement that he wasn't going to be allowed to escape her. Every time he got even close to them, they would growl and actually physically bump him back into their "arena". Meanwhile, Anna got all the freedom to move she desired, although it was frequently towards him anyways. Her eyes blazed in the light of the fires, soot and dirt marring her features as the battle stretched on. As they parried and riposte, Hans stumbled over some debris and Anna landed strike to his leg. The disgraced prince yelped in pain and glowered at her.

"Damn you!"

Anna smiled, "Hans, if you haven't guessed it yet, I'm not just going to kill you, I'm going to cut you to pieces, bit by bit. I want you to suffer as you've made Arendelle suffer, as you've made me suffer."

Hans chuckled, "And prove what, Anna. That you're such a better person than I am? Look around you. You took everything away from me. All I've done is return the favor. All you're doing is proving that deep down, you're just as selfish as I am. You're the one that broke the cease-fire your sister negotiated with Weselton, not me. You're the one that ignored my warning. I wouldn't have even set off these bombs, if you hadn't forced my hand."

"Liar!"

He snorted, "Am I? Ask your wolf friends if I am."

Anna paused and looked towards Ragnar's hulking form. He tilted his head, "Trust your own judgment here, Lass. I'm not a referee...just an old wolf."

Anna looked back at Hans and nodded, "You know what Hans, you're absolutely right, I have been selfish. For all the injury you've caused me, I can not forget the injury you've done to my friends here..."

Hans raised his eyebrows in surprise as she lowered the blade. "Alexis, avenge your Prince."

The wolves growled, as Alexis spoke up, "With pleasure, Princess."

Hans' eyes widened in terror as the giant wolf closed in on him in a flash. Anna turned her back on her former fiance's screams and the growls of the wolves behind her as she walked back to Kristoff, Sven, and Raehn. "How are they, Raehn?"

He looked at her, "They'll live. How are you, Princess?"

She looked at the blade in her hand, and then around at the smoking ruins around her, tears filling her eyes "I'm..."

Kristoff reached up and took the blade from the Princess, "Hey, Anna."

She looked up at him, and began to sob, "He was right, he was right before, and he was right now. I'm really not any different from him."

Kristoff grabbed her shoulder, "Now you listen to me. You are nothing like him. You sacrificed yourself to save your sister. I don't see a monster or a selfish princess when I look at you. I see a woman that I love, who really misses her older sister. Now, how about we get her back?"

Anna smiled, determination coming into her face. "Yes, let's bring back Elsa!"

They all barely noticed the snowflakes starting to fall on the burning town.

The Weselton flagship, however, was now at the heart of a gathering blizzard. Arik moved towards the Queen. "This is your doing, Witch!"

Elsa shook her head, mainly to clear it of the pain she was feeling and glared at her captor, "My powers have been bound, Lord Arik. Think about it, if I really had any control, wouldn't I be using them to escape and fight all of you. Storms of this nature aren't unheard of here in Arendelle. They blow in from the Northern Mountains all the time. For the last time, I'm not doing this!" she said, hoping her protestations would be believed.

Arik put a knife to her throat, "Maybe I should kill you, just to be sure."

She swallowed, "Maybe you should."

Aboard the wrecked Noble Endeavor, the Wolf King groaned in pain as he pulled himself up, his armor dented and battered, and oozing blood from dozens of wounds. He looked around and saw a few others moving as well. He watched as the Weselton flagship pulled away in the gloom, the swirling blizzard battering his bleeding face. "I'm sorry, Queen Elsa. It looks like I am nothing more than a relic of the past after all."

Anna and the rest of the Wolf Kind arrived at the pier, noting that out here the storm was considerably worse. "Is it Elsa's doing?" asked Kristoff.

"I don't know, but if it is, it means she's still alive."

Ragnar snorted and then pointed out to the gloom. "Crimeny, I think I see that crazy snowman out on a boat."

Anna struggled to look where Ragnar was pointing, "Olaf doesn't know how to row a boat..."