A/N- Well here it is. After reading this chapter I couldn't help but feel cheesy. Idk it might have just been me. Anyway, i decided to make this chapter shorter and write about the events I wanted to in chapter 13, thus making it longer. Well I hope you enjoy the chapter. I also thought that it would be worth mentioning that, this is the first time I've written anything with action in it, so sorry if it's a bit weak.

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TRIGGER WARNING: Slight gore, and language.

Chapter 12

She quickly rode on the dirt path, leading away from the stables. When she arrived at the town, she slowed to an inconspicuous pase. She threw the large, grey hood of the cloak over her head. It was large enough to conceal her head and hair, making her unrecognizable. She slowed the horse to a trot, following the pace of the two soldiers carrying the package. She was able to stay far enough away to not attract the attention of the two.

She followed them through the gate at the end of the kingdom. They quickly sped up leaving Elsa in their wake. Spurring her horse, she sped after them. They soon seemed to slow down to let their horses regain some of their stamina. She quickly slowed, keeping the men at a safe distance. They did this multiple times.

Elsa was left to her thoughts. There was one thought that kept lingering on her mind. It was what Arild said before she left.
'Do not under any circumstances, use your powers.' That single line left her confused and dumbfounded.

Isn't that the exact reason why you wanted me to go? Do you still not trust me? She sighed through her nose. The two men were laughing and bellowing out in conversation. They quickly turned off of the path they were on and headed to the road leading to Corona.

There was a bit of a delay before Elsa made that same turn. She quickly pulled back on the reigns of the horse, earning it to stand on its hind legs and buck her off, and run back down the path she came from. She landed on the ground with a thud, knocking the wind out of her. The two men she was following were stopped at a wagon that was sprawled across the road, with confused expressions.

Elsa quickly regained her composure and crawled over to the nearest bush, as a man walked from behing the wagon. He was wearing, what looked to be peasent clothes. It was a simple white long sleeved shirt with baggy brown breeches. His hair seemed to be ruffled and his shoes old and worn.

Elsa knew something was wrong.

The small man walked with a certain elegance. She had seen it before, when nobles would visit the castle. The two soldiers quickly dismounted their horses and walked over to the man. Elsa had started to crawl closer to the wagon to hear what they said. The portly man that seemed to be the wagon driver, asked one of the men to help him service his wagon. The soldier obliged, forgetting that they were carrying an urgent letter.

The other soldier kept watch they went to the other side of the wagon. Elsa had stopped about 40 feet away from the wagon and could clearly see what was happening. She crouched down so that a bush was hovering over her. She watched the soldier that was left stand there and slowly become annoyed.

She had started to become bored, when a loud thump was heard from the wagon. She snapped her head up quickly and stared in horror what was happening at the wagon. The soldier that was standing in front of it, was now surrounded by 3 men in chainmail. There was a red apron hanging onto the chailmail.

The soldier stood his ground and fought off one of them. Then they converged again, this time with more force, knocking the soldier to the ground before finishing him with a blow to the head. Elsa had failded to notice the frost that was beginning to creep up the bush she was beside, causing the leaves to fall, and the wood to crack. Elsa just stared at the dead soldier and the pool of blood on the road, that was becoming bigger over time.

One of the men began to look around making sure no one had seen them ambush the soldiers. He scanned the area, and soon locked eyes with Elsa, who by this point was still in a state of shock. He quickly alerted the others and started to move to her. He still had his weapon drawn that was stained with a dark crimson color.

Elsa began to panic. She stood up and started to run into the woods. She knew she could possibly defeat them with her powers, but they could easily overwhelm her too. As she was running twigs and limbs caught around her clothing tearing it in places. She could hear the men behind her shouting at her but she didn't care. She kept running.

After she was far enough into the dense woods, she couldn't hear the men in pursuit anymore. She finally slowed to a walking pace, before sitting on a large rock jutting up from the ground. She leaned against the rock cupping her head in her hands.
"Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!" She started to breathe heavily and try to calm down. She slid down the rock until she was sitting on the ground. Her mind was overloading itself. She tried to think about the mens fighting style. They were graceful and swift, so that was enough to prove they had more training than bandits. The armour they wore was in almost perfect condition.

She started to panic. Fuck, Arendell! She bolted upright and looked into the sky. The sun was leaning just past the mid-day mark. She sighed wishing that she still had her horse. It was going to take her about four hours on foot. Sighing she started to walk in the direction she thought Arendell was in.

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Six hours. Elsa had been walking for six hours. The forest was dark and the sun was setting. She was disoriented, and confused. Sighing she sat down on the ground to rest, when she heard a loud bang.

What the hell? She quickly stood up and looked in the direction of the sound. There was another loud bang. She stood up and started making her way toward the noises. She started to get closer, when she recognized the noises.
Canons. Oh shit! She quickly started running toward the noise. She stopped, staring, mouth agape upon arriving.

Arendell was being attacked.

There was buildings on fire, civilians being slaughtered in the streets, and canon fire blowing holes into the buildings. The royal guard had fallen back to the castle gate, but were being pushed further into the castle by the sheer number of the soldiers. Elsa noticed that most of the soldiers were wearing the same type of armour the men at the wagon were wearing.

Anna! Her mind started screaming at her. Anna! Where the fuck is Anna? Elsa quickly started running towars the castle. She started freezing the ground in front of her so she could glide across the ground, making her go faster.

Some of the soldiers tried to stop her, but were almost immediately impaled or knocked away by ice. She had made a to the back of the castle and made her way up through the stables, to a passageway into the castle. She quickly climbed the stairs two at a time until she reached the door. She quickly pushed it open and came out into the kitchen. She looked around and noticed some of the royal guard had died in here.
She quickly rushed out of the room and into the hallway. She made her way to the throne room. Blasting open the doors with her powers, she stood there in shock.

There was a man standing over Baldr, with the blade of his sword stained crimson. Anna and Beth were subdued in a corner of the room. Anna was in shock while Beth was weeping. The man towering over Baldr's body quickly turned facing Elsa. She slid her foot on the ground toward the man and he was soon impaled by a long spear of ice.

He was lifted off of the ground, his sword clattering on the floor. Elsa turned back to the door, where several more men came into the room. Elsa quckly blast them back with a wave of her hand, causing spikes to extend from the ground, impaling some of them.

Elsa was becoming weaker and weaker every time she used her powers. More men soon came into the room breaking the ice barricade she had set up. She tried to stop them from advancing but was failing. A large man wearing different armour, advanced on her. She was struggling to stand and when the man hit her in the side of her face, with the hilt of his sword, she fell to the ground.

She was fighting to stay conscious. Her vision was slowly fading to black as the man picked her up and threw her to another guard. She could faintly hear laughter. She connected eyes with Anna one last time before she passed out.
One of the men that subdued her spoke with a deep ragged voiced. Laughing as he spoke.

"Show her the Boiler Room." Then everything faded to black.