Anna POV
This was a lot easier now that I had a horse. My mount had quieted down and seemed resigned to carrying me. I felt bad hijacking him, but what could I do? The top of the mountain came into sight and I squinted to see it better. It looked like some sort of cloud city. I could see why "gods" would want to live there. Whatever they were, they had some explaining to do.
Suddenly my horse shied back and pawed at the air. "Hey!" I cried as I tried to straighted him out. He tossed his head and whinnied. He folded his wings and started to plummet. I pressed my feet into his side and tried to haul him upwards, but he was having none of it. He tilted sideways and before I could grab onto his mane I slid right off him and crashed to the ground. I was lucky I landed on a bit of snowy ground instead of rock, or I'd have really been in trouble. Once he was free of me, the horse turned tail and fled like the hounds were after him.
"What was that?" I called after him. "Fine! I'll do it myself." I was practically at the top anyway. I could walk there in minutes, and then I'd get to the bottom of this.
Hades POV
Where do I go from here? All right, what do I have so far? A. Elsa doesn't like me. B. She really doesn't like anyone. C. She seems scared of something, and not just the whole kidnapping her and bringing to her to the Underworld thing. Why would anyone be scared of me? I'm a cool guy. Handsome, too.
Obviously, I was going to have to find out more about my guest. She wasn't it making it any too easy. She was about as talkative as that lug Hephaestus. What does Aphrodite see in him? I snuck closer to the garden to see if I could overhear anything. Elsa was sitting by one of the nightshade flowers, running her fingers along its petals. Wait, her fingers?
"You have hands?" I commented. Elsa, who hadn't noticed me until that genius move, clenched the flower in her fist and jerked her hand back. There was a soft hiss and suddenly the flower was covered in a blue sheen. She looked down at it and gasped. Her eyes filled with fear and she dropped it as she grabbed her glove and yanked it over her hand.
"Oh. I didn't expect that," I said as I picked up the flower. Elsa backed away like I'd caught her standing over a dead body. She looked like she was about to cry.
"What's wrong? You can freeze things. What's so bad about that?" I asked. It wasn't like it was a huge deal. I was the lord of the dead, after all. My brother threw lightning and my other brother... well, Poseidon was pretty boring.
"It's none of your business," Elsa snapped. She seemed to bristle and gather herself in case she had to defend against an attack. I held up my hands.
"Fine. I just thought it was kind of neat," I said. She remained alert.
"You know, that seems like something that would come up when some guy kidnaps you. Why didn't you do anything then?" I asked. Elsa folded her arms.
"You wouldn't understand," she said.
"Seems pretty simple. Some nut attacks you, you freeze his butt," I said.
"I've caused enough trouble," she said. "Excuse me." She turned and almost fled into the castle even as she pretended she was regally marching. What was with this girl? If Meg could do something like that, I'd be an icicle. This answered some questions but raised so many more.