Chapter Three: The Journey
"Are all the ships ready?" King Rennar asked, sitting atop his throne, clad in golden armor. He was aging, with a long white beard.
"Yes, sir, they are ready," his captain reported. King Rennar swiftly rose and strode down the room. The large double doors were opened to him by the guards, and Rennar walked into the briliiant light of the sun. He looked around at his kingdom, and the vast sea beyond. At the port he could see his mighty fleet of ships, ready for battle.
"I will avenge you, Hans," he whispered. "I will." Then he turned to the captain and said, "Get me on one of those ships! I'm coming too."
"But sir-"
"Get me on one of those ships!"
"Yes sir."
Rennar made his way through the city on a stagecoach, and everyone bowed in his midst. When he got to the port, he dismounted. He took in his army, about thirty thousand strong, and the massive fleet of ships which would transport the army to Arendelle. The kingdom of Arendelle would then fall in a matter of hours, since the Arendelleans could have no more than a thousand troops.
"Father!" It was Eric, Rennar's oldest son. "You should stay home. It's too dangerous!"
"No. I will go. In fact, you and your brothers should stay home."
"Sorry father, but we are already ready to go."
"Fine. But I'm still going. And I'm not gonna lose another son."
Anna and Kristoff were trudging through the forest. They had left that morning, and now it was afternoon.
"Ugh, I'm tired. Let's rest for a while," Kristoff said, sitting down on a rock.
"What? Already? Oh fine," Anna replied, dismounting her horse and sitting next to Kristoff. "What do you think will happen?"
"Happen to what?"
"To us. To our kingdom."
"I don't know. All I know is that we're gonna survive."
"You better be right," Anna said, playfully punching Kristoff's arm.
"Don't you still think about him?"
"About who?"
"Holt."
"It's not Holt. It's Hans."
"Yeah. Do you still think about him?" Anna thought for a while. She looked at the ring she had given to Hans, then to Kristoff. She remembered when she had met "Holt," and when he had repaired her ring. Then she remembered when she had killed him. Anna rose, and mounted her horse. She began to move.
"What? Fine," Kristoff exclaimed, getting up. They continued until the sun went down, and the stars shone.
"We should get some sleep," Anna said.
"Yeah, we should," Kristoff replied and flopped on the thin forest grass. Anna followed likewise.
"Wake up. Wake up, Kristoff," Anna whispered, shaking him gently.
"Ughhhhh…" Kristoff moaned, and slowly rose.
"We have to keep moving."
"What. Already?"
"Yeah."
"Come on! Can't I sleep for a few more minutes?"
"No! Come on. Get up." Kristoff and Anna continued on their journey.
"Hey! A village!" Anna exclaimed after a few hours.
"Woah! Let's take a look!" The two headed into the village, which was in a little clearing in the forest. A few people were milling about. As they rode in, the people all cast odd expressions at them. Many disappeared into their homes.
"They're scared of us," Kristoff said.
"I noticed," Anna replied quietly. The two dismounted and found something to eat.
"We should warn these people about the war," Kristoff said. "We should tell them to evacuate to Arendelle."
"What? No. I think they'll be safer here, hidden in the forest, rather than behind walls."
"You'd better be right, Anna."