Frozen Skyrim III
Onyx called them 'Dawnguards'. As if names of attackers really meant anything to Elsa these days. As far as she knows, anyone who is heavily armed and shooting an arrow at her is a mercenary one way or another; and there have been a plethora of them since she was unceremoniously brought to this land called Skyrim. Armors and 'faces' unique to these groups have all become a blur to Elsa, all she knows is that they are dangerous and relentless.
"The witch! Ignore the Dragonborn! Kill the witch!"
One of them shouted, which got Elsa's attention towards his direction. Their crossbows locked and aimed at her direction and she can't help but gasp at this predicament.
"Shoot her! Shoot her!"
A fray of arrows flies her way and she immediately responds by lifting a block of ice from the snow filled ground that acts as an effective shield against the projectiles. Given a moment of reprieve, Elsa's first reaction is to turn to Onyx's direction who is currently dealing with his own situation; these mercenaries came in numbers and with impeccable timing. While Onyx's skill allows him to stay alive, his injuries from the last event still encumber him greatly. Despite that he is still able to handle his assailants quite well with his crimson blade, he isn't doing everything he can to end the battle quicker, which signifies that he is still replenishing himself. Elsa won't be able to depend on him since he is bombarded with his own set of problems. As Onyx beheads yet another opponent, Elsa uses her powers to push herself of from where she stands, the snow beneath her projecting her to gain distance away from her own immediate attackers. The moment she lands, Elsa must once again construct another shield of ice to ward off another set of arrows and retaliates by commanding the snow beneath the archers to project up, propelling them upward with such a force that it renders a couple of them unconscious the moment of they land on the ground.
"We will save Skyrim!"
The powers she spent a decade concealing has apparently been part of a prediction from the gods of this land; a foreboding tale of an Ice Queen who would bring destruction to Skyrim. Now the people long for her death, while some try to find a way to control her, either or, it doesn't exactly spell the most comforting fate. This group apparently has her death in mind; they attack her with full conviction and with one coming at her with blade in lead, she needs to react. The blade comes towards her in a dangerous arc, which Elsa uses a thick pillar of ice she summons out of nowhere to deter it. The force was so great that the attacker's blade is now stuck, leaving him open for Elsa to strike him with another construct of ice from the side. As he tumbles away in pain, the others take his place with the same conviction for Elsa's blood on their blades.
"They're trying to kill me… they're trying to kill me," While Elsa battles her inhibitions, she creates a few spheres made of ice from behind. "They're trying to kill me…. I have to…"
With a forward gesture of her hand, the spheres fly towards her attackers, hitting some of them, while the rest quickly repositions themselves together with their shields held up high, affectively protecting them from the summoned hailstorm. While they remained in their defensive formation, Elsa commands the snow around them to surround the mercenaries, and before long, the gust of snow is made into a solid block of ice that imprisons them uncomfortably inside its confining space. With another danger deterred, a sound from her side immediately gets her to turn only to witness a phantom like wolf gnawing on another mercenary that would've gotten to her. Looking towards Onyx's direction for a moment, he takes a moment to nod his head at her; She reciprocates the gesture, knowing full well that his summoned wolf just saved her life. The battle ensues for him, his blade taking another life causing blood to drip on the white snow, painting it with a morbid splatter of red.
"Killing is second nature to him. He can whimsically use the gifts bestowed upon him with no thought of the damage they unleash," Looking back at the mercernary that almost took her through her blindside, she witnesses him plunge a dagger on the phantasm wolf with his left hand, as the said wolf gnaws on his right. The wolf yelps in pain before vanishing in a translucent blue smoke; now his attention is back on Elsa but she quickly averts his attempts by binding him with ice on the ground. "He doesn't care about fear or isolation. He only cares about survival, and he will do anything to get there."
The numbers may have decreased, but the rest are still coming in full fury, screaming their battle cries with vehemence as they charge towards her. Taking a deep breath, Elsa stomps her foot into the ground, momentarily creating the insignia of hers within the snow. From one of the legs of the floral snowflake, a path of ice slithers towards the group, and the moment it reaches them, it immediately causes anything metal to be unbearably cold, therefore halting their attacks and causing them to stumble on the ground, shivering in the cold embrace of Elsa's powers.
"But I am not like him," She turns to his direction once more only to witness him take another life; the crimson blade he calls Muramasa is now piercing deep into another victim, its long sharp form protruding at the other end of the dying Dawnstar soldier. "I will survive this. I will go back to Arendelle with my sanity."