I recommend you re-read part 1 just for the experience, but just in case you won't...

PREVIOUSLY ON DRIFTED...

"And here I thought I could have a peaceful tinkle in the middle of the night and not finding one of the guard unconscious on my way back to sleep."

"You think we're alone...? There are thousands of us. You won't get away, we will hunt you down to the darkest corner of the world. There will be no escape for you, and there will always be death to those around you..."

"What's going on out there...?"

"About time they know they're being attacked."

"Why are they after that stone...?"

"I can't tell you..."

"You don't have the right to tell me what to do...!" "This was your fault, you cause this, you, you... you should be arrested!"

"You're right, this was my fault. Which is why I'll be the one to go down there while you stay here. Your majesty, if you die, your people will lose their queen and also... of my action cause the death of a queen, then, I won't be able to forgive myself."

"I can't let these people suffer because of my doings, no... Not again."

THE CONTINUATION OF DRIFTED...

"Why am I doing this again...?" he says as he heard the tall double door representing the gate of the castle gate were being closed behind him.

"Ah, that's right... I was being an idiot, that's why I'm doing this."

As he stood there, on the bridge leading in and out of the castle, he thought...

"I'm not thinking this through, am I...?"

Fair point coming from our protagonist, Seffiroth. It was his fault that Arendelle is partially burning, he just lost the trust of what possibly his only allies in Arendelle, and he found himself standing in the open being noticed by four people armed with spears and swords who seems rather keen sending the young man to the afterlife.

"THERE HE IS...!" said those men in cloak as they charged with their weapons drawn.

"Ah great... just what I need." He said sarcastically.

Our protagonist is in a bad shape, metaphorically. This is probably why he has his own set of rules, not to trust people, "the less people know about me the better it is for me and for them.", all in which he ignore earlier and now he's paying the price for it.

I guess it's time to follow his own rule again, don't you think so? Fortunately, he does think so. First of all, to deal with these pests charging him.

He sighed and dashes forward, unsheathing his sword and have it drawn. His sword was light enough to be carried by one hand, so he holds it on his right whilst having a crossbow on his left. As dangerous as his sword on his right hand is concerned, the crossbow was anything but dangerous as it was not loaded. Well, he didn't need to have it loaded for it to become useful.

As their feet away from one another, Seffiroth slides as two of his opponents swing their swords. He went pass under their swords untouched, but that's not all the tricks he has up his sleeve. Using the arc of the crossbow, Seffiroth hooked it to one of the man's lower leg and as he recovers from his slide he pulled his victim and the man face planted against the stone-tiled bridge. That unfortunate soul was immediately knocked out.

He's not done yet, now it's the sphere's turn. They perform a jabbing maneuver, which was easily avoided by Seffiroth. Left and right, then left and right. Not forgetting the other swords man, he parry his opponent's attack and switches back with to the two men with spears.

Seffiroth was skilled, very skilled. His military training helps but he himself has a natural talent for this. As he dances around his opponent's attack, constantly parrying and dodging, he keeps his emotion in check as it shows on his face. No smile, no talk, just a pair of fierce-looking eyes. He is focused, and it's usually bad news for whoever crossed his path.

Just like one of the spearman Seffiroth fought. First mistake he had made, stepping to close with a weapon designed to be effective given there's some range. Seffiroth grabs hold of his foes spears and head-butted him. Whilst flinched, the man in cloak was hit by the dull end of his own weapon and thrown over the bridge.

Two down, and now Seffiroth has a spear on his hand.

Despite the poor fate bestowed upon their friends, the two men still insist that they can take him out. So, just like any persistent idiot would, the spearman charges with great zeal only to be countered and thrown against the hard stone surface of the bridge.

As the third man is now incapacitated, the fourth, well... the fourth was a smart one. He's not taking any chances, he simply threw his sword and leap over the bridge and plunges into the water. The man in cloak has just removed himself out of Seffiroth's long list of problems. For that reason alone, Seffiroth left him be.

He shift his attention towards the chaos raging on in the harbor area. The night sky was lit up by fire burning down one house, threatening the house next to it. The guards were split between two different task, keeping the citizen safe and keeping the aggressor at bay. Despite their best effort, they're failing on both tasks.

Seffiroth knew this, although he's not so eager to act just yet. As massive as his desire to help might be, he can't forget that he's just one man. He needs to make the biggest use of his presence.

Unfortunately for our protagonist, time isn't in his side. It didn't take him long to come up with a decision, he can only pray the he made a good one.

Meanwhile, Queen Elsa felt anxious. She walked back and forth, unable to keep herself calm. She was biting the edge of her thumb, showing signs that seems significant to her sister. Princess Anna was also worried. In fact, she was going to lose it if not for the fact that Kristoff was there.

Queen Elsa is struggling. Her mind was bombarded with all sort of thing. Her hatred towards the young man, yet somehow she feels that she can understands him. After all, she once shut herself from the world and from her own sister, just for the sake of keeping them safe and out of harms way. All the efforts she put into hiding her power, and one day, it just blew up in front of her.

Maybe that's what's happening here. Maybe, Seffiroth's secret finally catches him. Elsa thinks of this, and feels like she wanted to help. However, as her kingdom is under attack, she must be certain to choose the right decision as a queen. Elsa knows this, she recognized the fault of the young man, although her heart chooses otherwise...

"No... Elsa! You must be strong...!" she convinces herself.

"He's a jerk, that much is true... but, he's out there... risking his life."

"Should I go out there and help him...? No! Why must I help him... I should help my own people."

"But, what can I do...? I suppose my power can be of use to someone."

"But then again, he trusted me to stay... although I didn't trust him. Arrghhh I don't know what to do...!"

Her mind was bombarded with thoughts on what she should do. With an uncertain thought, the queen felt like her head was about to burst into flames, as if that ever going to happen to the ice queen.

This brings concern towards her little sister. She moved out of Kristoff's warm comfort and reached towards her sibling.

"Elsa!" she called out.

"Anna..." she says as she finally escaped from her thoughts.

"Whatever your decision is... I will support you..." Anna said with an honest smile drawn on her face. It's as if Anna knew what was going inside her head. Elsa then smiled back, she almost burst into tears hearing the support of her sister.

"Me too...!" followed the living snowman, Olaf.

"Me too..." also said Kristoff, raising his hand up.

"You see, everyone here will stand by your side." Said Anna, reassuring her sister.

"Thank you..." said Elsa as she managed to regain her composure. It's good that her sister finally cheered up. Anna felt a warm relief.

"You're welcome... although I don't think we're the only one here that cared about you... like... say... a certain someone out there..." Anna adds.

She was clearly referring to Seffiroth. This little joke was told at the worst time. But, as inappropriate as it is, it manages to cheer if not made Elsa really crossed. But, as a wise man once said, anger is more useful than desperation.

Thanks to that little drama, Queen Elsa manages to regain every single scrap of courage within her to make up a decision.

"You, men!" she ordered two of her royal guard. "I'll be going out there to help... you two will follow me."

The two guards felt reluctant to let their queen go, but Queen Elsa had given them an order on a rather serious if not intimidating tone, they can do nothing but obey her order.

Princess Anna felt the same way. She was worried about her sister. But, she also trust her sister enough to deal with the problem and come back unharmed. That's why she took the liberty of taking care of Seffiroth's satchel, a task which originally entrusted to her older sister. Still, no harm done, right?

At this rate, she misplaced the trust Seffiroth gave her. But, as Queen Elsa's justification goes, he also did the same to her and what she did was just getting even.

"That man didn't have the right to tell me what to do in the first place anyway..." Elsa thought, whilst running down the steps.

"Everyone! This way...!" Yelled Seffiroth, whilst pointing towards a direction. With haste, a horde of unarmed civilians made their way slowly whilst some stay to help out. These volunteers were a blessing. They carry buckets of water and went forward with putting out the fire, or at least, keeping it at bay.

Reinforcement had arrived, and the guards gradually shift their attention to the more serious matter, fighting off the armed aggressor.

Seffiroth chooses to stay and coordinate the evacuation. He could fight, but he thought it would be best to deal with this sort of problem, removing some of the weight from the royal guard's back.

It's not long before most civilian are out of harm's way, and the only people left in the harbor are volunteers. Hearing the good news from one of the guard, Seffiroth then shift his attention to protecting the volunteer whilst they're trying their best to extinguish the raging flames.

A group of armed thugs manage to break through the line and charging straight to the helpless volunteers. Seffiroth, along with a few member of the royal guards intercept the charge. Now, the two opposing force engage in a close range battle.

Seffiroth was confronted by two hostiles, each armed with swords. He's fortunate enough to have support this time around, otherwise he would be rushed and surely wasted. As battles were raging around him, one of the man screamed and yelled, charging with his sword up in the air. Seffiroth parried the man attack and immediately slammed him to the ground.

Seeing his chance, the second swordsman took his chances. He jabbed and slashed, all with no avail. Now it's Seffiroth's turn to go on the offensive. As the first man sought to recover and try to stands up, Seffiroth kicked him back to the ground, trying to buy a little bit more time to finish off the second thug. He perform a slash from the thug's left hand side, only to be blocked. As the two swords made contact it made a distinguish noise of two metals clashing to one another. The thugs had successfully blocked Seffiroth's attack. The thugs smiled in confident, little that he knew his fun is about to come to a sudden end.

One thing the thug missed was the fact that Seffiroth only use one hand to hold his sword, whilst he himself holds his with two hands. This means Seffiroth can easily punch him right in the face, and with no way of blocking the young man's left swing, a hit was inevitable.

BUUGH!

Seffiroth punched the man hard. He was certain he breaks his nose in the process.

The man was, literally, punched back. Whilst seeing stars, the hostile swordsman was greeted with another swing from Seffiroth's sword. He tried everything to block it, but not having enough strength, his block just bounced off Seffiroth's sword. In a quick succession, Seffiroth hit the man with the butt of his sword and finishes off with a high kick straight to the thug's head.

The man turned 180 degree and was immediately knocked out. What's even more surprising was the fact all that happened in less than a minute.

"Well that takes care of that..." Seffiroth said whilst he takes a breath of relieve.

"I have you now...!" said a voice behind him.

Seffiroth turned, only to find the first thug lifting his sword high, ready to strike him.

"Damn! I forgot about him..." he thought. There's no way he dodged his attack, not this close. But, when he thought all is over...

BANG! Came the noise.

The thugs face suddenly turned dizzy before he dropped to the ground. Behind him was a fat man with apron strap onto his stomach, he was holding a frying pan and smiled with confident to our protagonist. It seems that this man hit the thug before the thug could even swing his sword, that's a bit of a lucky break for Seffiroth.

Of course not forgetting to thank his savior...

"Thanks..."

The man only response was a smile. He immediately charged to another thug with his frying pan held high.

That was indeed strange, but that was the least of Seff's concern. The young man then sought to help out some more.

Apparently the night is not letting our protagonist rest as, literally, seconds later, he saw a women begging to one of the guard in the midst of the chaos. Seffiroth came over to see what he can do to help out.

"What happen here...?" he asked.

"She's looking for her daughter, her daughter is missing..."

"Hey! Lady! Where's the last time you saw your daughter...?"

"I-I don't know..." she said, whilst sobbing. "I think I might have left her during the panic."

"Where?"

"In our house..."

"Where is your house...?"

The crying woman then pointed towards what it seems to be one of the burning structure.

"What... that house?!" asked the young man yet again, wishing that she somehow pointed at the wrong building.

Unfortunately, the woman nodded. And so... "You've got to be joking..." was Seffiroth's idea of appropriate response.

Seffiroth rushes to the burning structure, followed by the guard and the sobbing mother. As the building now stands in front of him, he looked at it and asked himself...

"Right, how am I going to do this...?"

"Please... you must help me... milord" begged the lady.

"Yes, I will... just... just tell me where she is...!"

"She should be on her room... first door on the left... second floor" said the sobbing lady.

"Right... first door on the left, second floor." He repeats, trying to remember the direction. "Give me a bucket of water...!" he said, giving order to one of the guard.

Pretty soon he came back with a bucket full of water. With certainty, he splashed it all over his body. He is now wet, and most importantly cool, cool enough to counter the fire from the burning structure.

"Here goes..." he says, followed by him breaking down the door, only to find a fire has made the interior seems hellish. The ceiling, floorboard, and wall was on fire. He literally cannot touch anything because it was too hot to touch.

He carefully made his way up the staircase. He made it to the second floor, but the staircase burnt itself down and crumbled.

"Well... so much for going back." He said sarcastically.

In his best effort, he covers his mouth and nose, trying his best not to inhale the toxic smoke of the fire. Soon, he had found the door to the girl's room, only to find that it is locked.

"Bollocks!" he shouted as he cursed his luck.

He then count to three and break it open with force. The room shows little damage from the fire, but little damage still proves to be dangerous as Seffiroth saw the ceiling about to give in. He will have to hurry if he wants to get out of there alive.

That however, proves to be a problem. The girl in question is nowhere to be seen. At that point Seffiroth is about to flip a table when he vaguely hears a faint crying noise coming from the cabinet.

He slowly walked towards it and opened it. A girl, barely 5 years old, was crying on the corner of that tight space inside the cabinet.

Seffiroth offer his hand...

"Come on... you'll be alright." He said as he try to convince her.

Although she's reluctant at first, the little girl slowly reaches out to Seffiroth before the young man eventually have her on his arms.

"See... wasn't that difficult. Now, we just need to get out of-"he was interrupted by the sound ceiling collapsing, blocking the door and trapping them inside.

"Well... I'm sure we'll find another way." He said, trying to be as optimistic as possible towards the little girl.

Their options were reduced to one, and that's jumping out from the window. If Seffiroth had been alone, it would be fine. But, the fact that he's carrying someone on his arm just made the situation a lot more complicated. Then again, it's either jumping out of that window or suffocate. It's no surprise that our protagonist chooses to live.

So, he checked the window, judging the height. It's not that high, worst thing that could happen to him is a broken leg. Nevertheless, the young man isn't taking any chances. He instructed the guard to move a cart filled with hay nearby. The guard did so, he moved the cart and positioned it just under the window. The mother of the little girl was worried, screaming...

"Sharon! It'll all be alright... please be careful!" towards Seffiroth and her daughter.

Time is not in Seffiroth's favor. Any minute now, the building could collapse on top of them. So, with almost no Hesitation he said...

"Screw it...!" and jumped.

The young man and the little girl landing was anything but rough. The conveniently placed cart of hay had safe them, especially Seffiroth, from any serious injury. The little girl helped herself up, get out of the cart, and ran to her mother. They both then proceed with expressing their gratitude to the young man and leave.

The guard helped Seffiroth out of the cart.

"I should do this more often, eh?" said Seffiroth jokingly towards the guard.

The guard was about to respond with a smile, but he was soon reminded that they're in combat situation. He was hit, hard, by what it seems to be a massive club. Seffiroth quickly shift his attention, only to find a large man carrying a club, preparing to take another swing. He tried to dodge, but the late response mean he barely had time to react. Thus he was hit and thrown a few feet away.

Seffiroth was in agony. Mostly due to the initial impression of pain the club had given him. It feels like it broke every single bone in his chess.

The large man smiled.

"Come on, little man!" he said tauntingly.

Seffiroth is not about to have his dignity crushed by this oversize caveman. So he picked up his sword, only to realize... "Wait, where's my sword?"

He gazed up. The strap of his sword had come undone, and the sword along with its sheath fell of... right behind the large man with a club.

He cursed his luck. Apparently fate decided to make every single thing wrong for him that day. If he were to make a list of his worst day of his life, this day would make it to the top five.

All joking aside, Seff knew the large man won't let him near his sword. So, he had no choice except to fight the large man whilst being unarmed himself. Great, this could be worse, he could've fight the huge man without and sword and a broken leg if that cart of hay hadn't been there. This young man always manage to see the bright side of things, despite being a realist.

"Well... no guts no glory." He said, reassuring himself. That was another rule of his life, although it isn't really a rule no more than just his words of encouragement.

Nevertheless, he charged the big man. The man swings his sword, Seffiroth easily dodged it. His foes advantage is his strength, his own advantage is his speed. With agility, he flanked the man and sought to recover his sword. However, this was not to be as his large adversary manage to grab his left leg whilst he was running and dragged the young man towards him.

As our protagonist was helplessly dragged, he grabbed of a conveniently placed glass bottle and threw it at the man's face. The man let go of his grip. Seffiroth stands and perform a high kick and a right swing to the head.

Unfortunately, this man was stronger than his previous adversaries. The large man simply flinched a bit, turned his head, and tauntingly laughed.

"Oh... dear." Said Seffiroth. He takes his opponent lightly, and now, he's going to pay the price.

The large man grabbed hold of Seff's neck and lift him up. The young man tried his best to break free and not get choke, but things are not going well for him. As the young man is now raise to the point where his feet didn't touch the ground, the large man threw him to a set of stands, breaking it.

Seffiroth was groaning in pain. The large man draws near, whilst dragging his club on the stone floor.

"Good night..." the large man said whilst raising his club.

He smiled, before he was thrown for an impressive range. Seffiroth cannot believe his eyes. Who would have the power to even lift a man that size. That is until he realized...

"Ice...?"

He glanced left, and saw a fair lady dressed in ice blue gown posing as she just uses her power. It was Elsa, arrived just in the nick of time.

"Elsa?!" asked the young man surprised.

The queen walked to the man and offer him her hand. The young man, still surprised, grabbed her hand stands up.

Apparently the queen still upset about him, since she looked at the young man with such cold gaze.

"If you think I've forgive you about what happen, you'd be wrong..." she said unamused.

"Yep... she's still mad." Thought Seffiroth.

"That's good because... I never really apologize in the first place. Still glad you're here though." He said with a smile on his face.

The queen turned her face away, mostly because she was too embarrassed to show her blushing face to the man she supposed to be upset to.

Seffiroth however, just happy for the fact she just saved his life yet again, although now something else had come to his concern.

The queen had brought more guards to help. There are plenty of guards to make sure the queen is safe, but still...

"Now that you're here... these raiders will want to get to you now." Seffiroth said, warning the queen.

"Mr. Seffiroth, I believe I can take care of myself..." said Elsa with confident.

Seffiroth was a bit surprised hearing that. Who knew that there's this side to the fair queen of Arendelle.

"Alright then... I'll take the lead... we need to push them out off the harbor area." He said, whilst picking up his sword.

The queen nodded in agreement. Followed by a few guards, the young man and the queen went to engage the aggressor. Needless to say, the queen's power of wind, ice, and snow is exactly what they need to turn the tide.

"Hang on... didn't I leave my satchel with you...?"

"You don't have to worry, it's safe with my sister inside the castle..."

"When I said I trust you... I mean you, your majesty, not your sister..."

"You can trust my sister just as you trust me. Besides, you're not the right person to talk about trust, Mr. Seffiroth..."

"Fair point" he said whilst a blocking a strike from a swords man. "I guess, I'll just have to let it go then..." he secretly thought.

"All this commotion... just for this?" wondered the curious princess, Anna, as she examine the big purple gemstone on her hand.

"Will you put that down...?" asked Kristoff worried.

"Relax... it's not like he's gonna know about it. Besides, don't you think this stone is interesting? Yea it's pretty and all, but is it really worth all the effort they put into retrieving it."

"Please, just put it back in the satchel, before something bad happen."

"Why are you so worried...? It'll be fine."

"Nothing, it's just that I feel something is not right about that stone."

"You're right... I felt that too... there's definitely something this Seffiroth person haven't told us."

Anna sighed, then continue in saying...

"It's a shame... he really is a good match for Elsa, if he isn't so... shut-in like that. That got me thinking, that's actually another thing they have in common. Don't you think so, Kristoff...?"

"I wouldn't know about something like that..." said Kristoff whilst putting up a smile.

The young princess smiled back, but both of them were soon interrupted by a guard slamming the door open in urgency.

"Princess Anna! You have to leave, we have intruder inside the castle."

Anna instinctively put the stone back into the leather satchel she carried, whilst Kristoff stepped in front of her in order to protect her.

"Come, milady. We don't have much time before-"a violent hit was dealt to the unsuspecting guard, he is immediately knocked out due to the shock.

Behind the unconscious guard, stood a man in dark cloak, accompanied by three other men in cloak. The man in front however, stood out more than the other. As he stepped closer, Kristoff realized the danger. He sought to protect Anna, so he charged the man with zeal.

The hooded man just smiled, and tossed Kristoff aside. Strangely, like a ragdoll, Kristoff was thrown across the room. It's as if this man was possessed with inhuman strength, he easily knocked Kristoff out with just one hit.

"Kristoff!" yelled Anna. There was no response

"Oh, you don't have to bother... he's out cold now." said the hooded man.

Anna glanced to her left, finding the hooded man right up against her face. She's scared, but she won't let it shows to the man in front of her.

"You must be Princess Anna. I saw you before, during your sister coronation, and what came after. It was... a bit chilling to the heart, don't you think so?"

He puts down his hood, revealing his face. He was old, white hair and wrinkled face. But the most distinctive feature would be his crystal red eyes staring straight to hers. In an instant she was made speechless, paralyzed by fear.

The old man smiled, and said...

"You're coming with me, dearly..."

Soon after...

"Light the signal... we're done here..." ordered an old man in cloak as he puts on his hood.

"Yes, sir..."

Meanwhile, in the town, Queen Elsa and our protagonist is still furiously fighting to clear the harbor area. Elsa's freezing wing blows anyone who dares to even confront her, whilst Seffiroth cleans up. Following their queen, the royal guards were encouraged to fight harder. They manage to push their aggressor, bit by bit.

Things were going well, until suddenly...

SWOOOSSHH... PTAR!

A strange bright light lit up the sky over Arendelle. It's beautiful, if not for the situation. All the eyes were fixed at that strange light, this includes our protagonist...

"Firework...? Black powder...?" he thought as he recognized what it was.

He glanced back to the enemy forces. These group of thugs who seems too eager to fight a few minutes ago is now breaking engagement and ran to their boats...

"They're retreating...?"

As the guards shout and cheers to their victory... "Hazza! Hazza! Hazza!" Whilst lifting their weapon into the air, Seffiroth stood there thinks until he came to a realization that this isn't a normal retreat.

"Oh no..." he said to himself, as he ran towards the castle afterward.

Elsa saw what happen. She wonders why the young man was so eager to come back to the castle, so she follows, accompanied by a few of the royal guards.

On the way to the safe room, Seffiroth saw unconcious body of guards and men in cloak. A fight had broken out earlier, and Seffiroth fear for the worst. His fear was confirmed as he arrived at the room they're previously in, only to find a guard and Kristoff, both lying on the ground unconscious.

"Damn!" as he cursed his luck.

Seconds later, Elsa arrived...

"Kristoff!" as she ran to him. Kristoff slowly regain consciousness. With all his might, he said...

"Anna... they took Anna..."

Seffiroth immediately rushed, leaving the queen to tend Kristoff. If they got Anna, they also have the stone. Knowing this, He ran through the hallway with haste.

A door leading straight to the fjord. This door was once used by Queen Elsa as she tries to run from her sister before she accidentally sets off a winter in the middle of summer. Now, this door was used to as an exit for the two men in cloak carrying a red haired young lady, Princess Anna. A rowboat awaits them to take them back to the ship.

They lift Anna into the boat and row away.

Minutes later, Seffiroth barged into the door. He can see the boat rowing towards a bigger ship. He's too late, the boat was too far away for him to do anything about it...

"AARRRHH! DAMN IT!" He yelled out in frustration.

He had lost the stone. Moreover, a young princess was kidnapped.

Seffiroth can't help to notice the same weird issue, when one of his problem disappear from his list, another immediately appear to take its place. Now, how is he going to tell the Queen about her sister...?

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