A/N: I'll look at bringing the next chapter soon. But don't be surprised when you see at what point in time Asgeir will arrive in Storybrooke. I won't give away too much, but know that he doesn't arrive in Storybrooke the very DAY Elsa arrives as well. That's a very shameful coincidence, and I would find that inexcusable.

Chapter 11: Smash the Mirror

I had been imprisoned so many times, I doubt I could even count that high. It was too easy to get in, with guards all over the realms on the hunt for Assassins like me. But it was much easier for me to get out. I had a whole arsenal of tricks I used to break out. I rarely saw prisons as cages for me. I saw them more like opportunities to test my skills. But I knew that there was no breaking out. The iron maiden's hinges were welded shut, and the bracket keeping the chain in place was built to withstand double my weight. On top of that, swinging the cage only seemed to make the dizzy spells hurt me more and more. There was only one hope for me, and within a few days of hanging upside down like a bat, she finally came.

"Asgeir! Wake up!" I heard Anna cry. She sounded happy.

I weakly opened my eyes, realizing that our only true blood left stood before us.

"Elsa! Thank heaven you're here!" I said, the maiden swinging lightly.

I wasn't positive at this angle, but it didn't look like Elsa was smiling.

"Our aunt Ingrid! She locked us in here!" Said Anna.

Elsa's expression didn't change. "Because you tried to attack her!"

No. No...this couldn't be happening. Ingrid had got to Elsa? "You can't believe anything that bitch tells you, Elsa! She's been lying to you this whole time! She lied about her past, and us! Don't listen to her!" I cried.

"Is she?" Replied Elsa. "Did you learn what our parents were after and then hide it?"

Please Elsa. This isn't you.

Anna shook her head. "I was waiting or the right moment."

"So you lied! And kept this magical object, this hat which could strip me of all my powers!"

Was it too late for her? I was waiting for the scowl to vanish from he faced and tell us it was all a prank. Except it didn't happen.

"Goddamn it, Elsa! That thing is too dangerous for anyone use, and we know it! This isn't funny! What the hell are you thinking?!"

"Silence, Asgeir!" I could feel air in the cell drop a good five degrees, and started seeing my breath rush out of my mouth.

"We would never hurt you!" Said Anna.

"Enough!" Said Elsa in her "I'm the queen" voice. I stared hard at her. She turned to the guard. "Leave me alone to speak with my sister and Asgeir. Now!"

The guard bowed, and walked down the hallway, the sound of my cursing and raging echoing off the walls. The maiden swung wildly like a pendulum as I feebly tried to break out of my restraints. Ingrid's betrayal was one thing. But Elsa was all the family I had left aside from Anna.

"Remember this moment, Elsa!" I thundered. "When you made the wrong choice over which blood cared for you the most! You stupid-"

"Asgeir!" Said Anna. "Calm down!" She turned to Elsa just as the door shut behind the guard. She started sobbing quietly as she pleaded with Elsa. "Please. You have to believe me!"

Elsa glanced down the hall, then smiled. "Of course I believe you! I'm so sorry about all that, Anna!"

I nearly passed out again from shock.

"Wait. This was all a ruse?" Said Anna.

"Bloody hell!" I exclaimed. "So that...oh damn it. I nearly-" I felt sheepish.

Elsa held up her hand, the cell key in it. "Apology accepted, Asgeir. But next time I might not be as forgiving. You need to have more faith in me."

"It was a goddamn ruse!" I breathed, my head swaying dangerously close to the ground.

Elsa opened the cell door, and Anna leapt to her in an embrace.

"I needed the guards to think I sided with Ingrid! I'm so sorry!"

Anna was going ballistic. "Don't apologize! You were fantastic! I believed every word! I was absolutely crushed!"

I smirked, still hanging in the maiden. "You had me, too! You should do more acting! Now can you please get me down?! I think I'm going to pass out again!"

Elsa smirked. "Ingrid had the maiden melted shut by the smiths, but I know how to break it open." She raised her hand, and I felt a large amount of ice gather through the inside of the maiden, breaking through the spaces in between the pieces in the maiden. It fell to pieces soon enough, and I immediately saw what was keeping the chain up. I had been chained to the ceiling by my foot. A simple feat, now. I reached up and grabbed the chain, undoing the poor entanglement around it. I fell onto the cold stone floor, right on top of my shoulder.

"Asgeir! You alright?" Said Anna.

I raised my hand. "Nothing to it!"

Elsa held up something else to Anna. Her snowflake pendant.

"Here. I got this back from the jailer."

"Thank you."

Elsa fastened it back around Anna's neck, reunited again.

"When they took this, it was like they were taking you." Said Anna. "I'm never going to take this of again." She vowed.

"Well, hopefully you never end up in prison again!" Said Elsa.

I smirked. "Easy enough to say that to Anna. But as for me..." Elsa raised an eyebrow at me as I laughed.

Elsa then reached over to a table near the cell. "Missing these, Asgeir?" She tossed my Rope Blades back to me, and I fastened them onto my wrists. I smiled as I flicked my wrists, the blades extending beautifully with a gleam to their steel.

As I stepped out of the cell, both sisters hugged me. "I'll never lose faith in you two again." I promised.

"Speaking of which, with the whole prison thing," said Anna. "I'm really worried about Ingrid. She's scary! And powerful, and smart, and scary!"

"You already said scary." Said Elsa.

"But she forgot 'off her bloody rocker'. And no, she isn't smart. She's very stupid. If she was smart, she wouldn't have made me her enemy."

"I'm hoping you have a plan?" Said Anna.

Elsa nodded. "I have a plan. Well, half a plan. We're going to sneak you out of here, and then steal back the urn, and then trap her inside it."

"That sounds like a whole plan." Said Anna.

I nodded. "I have a place where the Assassins and I can take the urn afterwards. We won't be seeing her anytime afterwards."

The fires of Mount Doom came to mind as the place to throw the urn, but it would be a challenge to climb it. That's right. It exists.

"However," said Elsa. "I don't know where she hides the urn. And we live in a very, very large castle."

"Don't worry about that part." Said Anna. "I grew up running around this castle. I know every nook and cranny."

Elsa smiled, sure that with her sister and Assassin brother at her side, Ingrid would be returning to that urn within the day's end.

"Where are the rest of my weapons?" I asked.

Elsa shook her head. "I'm not sure. I think the jailer may have stored them in his quarters, but it's usually surrounded by guards."

I rolled my eyes. "Not a problem. Do you prefer I take them out, or knock them out?"

Elsa shook her head. "Please keep all bloodshed at minimum."

I raised my hood. "It will be done."

Checking each room we could, while avoiding the guards patrolling the halls, Elsa, Anna, Kristoff and I searched vigorously for the urn. Several times we almost got caught until I pulled out my air rifle and quietly shot the guards, putting them to sleep.

"So why is it that we're trying to ruse the guards that are supposed to be on our side?" I asked.

"Ingrid's taken a position of command in the castle by default, Asgeir." Said Elsa. "The guards must report back to her with any suspicious activities without question."

"How did things go this bad this fast?" I wondered out loud.

"Hans." Replied Elsa.

"So I heard."

Elsa looked surprised. "You knew?"

"I'm your Spymaster. Of course I knew." I leaned around the corner, checking for guards. Kristoff and Anna were off checking another wing, figuring splitting up might be the best course of action.

"So Hans was after this urn, right? He thought it could be used to trap you?"

"And it still can. But Ingrid was in there first. I don't know why, but clearly you know something about that? Why else would Ingrid lock you up?" Elsa figured if Ingrid had locked me up with Anna, I must have known something I shouldn't have.

I shook my head. "Not the time. If we get the urn, and the upper hand, I'll explain everything I told Anna."

Just then, Anna came rushing around the corner, with barely a sound. She had been practicing her light foot, I noticed.

"We may have found something." She said.

As we walked down, Elsa had another question. "I haven't seen Matthew or any of the other Assassins for days now. Is there something else you didn't tell me, Asgeir?"

I nodded. "I know that whatever Ingrid has planned has potential collateral damage. I couldn't risk the citizens' safety, so I had Matthew round up a portion of about half of Arendelle's people. They'll be taken to Corona. They'll be safe."

"I would normally say that it was wrong to go over my head and order an evacuation without my consent, but it's what I would have done if I had foreseen this. Good work, Asgeir."

I grinned "Olaf's with them. He's going to love it in Corona."

"You said it." Said Anna. It's practically summer every day down there for the kingdom, so naturally, Olaf would be having the time of his damn life down there.

Kristoff was waiting for us at the door. "This might be it." He said.

Anna opened the door to the room. Every piece of furniture was covered with dust, and the air was thick. It hadn't even been opened in years.

Kristoff coughed. "It's dusty in here." He said.

I smirked. "Really? That bothers you?"

Kristoff pointed at me. "Hey! I may have slept in a barn, but it was a spotless one."

I raised my hands. "Hey, I'm not judging you."

Elsa and Anna started looking around the room carefully.

"I've never been in this part of the palace." Said Elsa. She glanced at Anna as she knelt down, looking underneath a covered bed. "What makes you think Ingrid hid the urn here?" She asked.

"Mother and father told me not to go into the east wing because it was crumbling and dangerous. So of course I had to."

I laughed as Elsa muttered "naturally."

"My little sister, the rule breaker. Shame on you!" I wagged my finger, looking around. I felt my Sight kick in, and started hearing the whispering that accompanied it.

"You know, in most places it's the west wing that's forbidden." I thought out loud.

"But it didn't seem dangerous to me. Just...forgotten." She said.

Elsa stood up. "Mother probably wanted to forget the painful memories of her sister."

"You royals sure go to exhaustive lengths to ignore your issues." Said Kristoff, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, you'd expect that out of Templars." I said. "Templars sweep their internal problems under the rug, but us Assassins take out the problem as soon as we see an opportunity."

Elsa rolled her eyes. "It's truly a wonder we're related, Asgeir."

Anna suddenly realized what Kristoff was doing. "You're still here?! You're supposed to be outside keeping watch. And remember, if you see Ingrid, use the secret signal." She stopped. "Wait, do we have a secret signal?"

"Uh, I think 'run' will work just fine." He replied.

I shook my head, then whistled "Johnny Comes Marching Home". "Use that." I said.

Kristoff nodded, and walked out.

"We use that song all the time in the Order." I said to Anna. "Whistling doesn't raise suspicions as much as you'd expect."

It was then that Elsa came to the highlight of the tour: a broken mirror stood in the center of the room, several of it's shards littering the floor in front of it, and the impact cracks laid out in the center like a glittering spiderweb.

"What is it, Elsa?" Said Anna. "Is everything alright?"

Elsa was feeling exactly what I felt as I stared at that mirror: dread. Something was wrong here. Almost like the mirror itself in front of us, there was a big piece to this conflict that was missing. Mother had sealed Ingrid in the urn so long ago. Matthew didn't see it happen, and Father never told him. All I could think of was that Ingrid must have killed Helga purposely. It would even make sense if I were to ask why: people with Ingrid's common sense would kill those who would help them, and everyone else. All Ingrid cared about was slaughtering as many as she pleased if it meant that she could have people that accepted her, not realizing that doing such an act only scares people away. Oh, the irony.

"I was just thinking." Said Elsa. "What it must have been like when mother and Ingrid were younger. I wonder what happened that made them turn against each other?"

Anna and I shared a glance for a moment. Elsa could wait for that truth, as well.

"Knowing Ingrid, I'm not surprised things got ugly." She said, excusing the truth for a moment.

I sat on the table beside the mirror. The whispers of the haunted room continue to move through my head, but I ignored them for a moment to comfort my two sisters.

"You don't need to worry." Said Anna. "It's in the past! And you, Asgeir, and I know that can never happen to us."

I smirked. I hoped that Anna was right. I kill Ingrid, and this could all be over. Anna gestured me over and I put both my arms over each of their shoulders.

"Let's find that urn." I said. "Time's wasting."

I walked over to the other side of the room. The whispers started becoming clearer, and I repeated out loud what they were saying.

"Wardrobe!" I said, pointing to the only one in the room, right beside Anna.

Anna nodded, and opened it. I drew my flintlock out quickly at what was inside.

"Jayus!" I cried as Anna jumped back, yelping. It was Hans. His frozen body cowardly holding up his hands. No doubt he was hoping for mercy in his last moment before becoming another human Popsicle.

I advanced on the wardrobe as Anna picked up a candelabra.

"There's that prick!" I smirked. "Does he look a bit cold to you?"

Anna laughed a little at that. "Ingrid did this?"

"To be fair, it's the one good thing she's done since getting out of that urn."

I shook my head. "Hans was supposed to be mine. He'd be an example to his family that the Assassins are protecting Arendelle."

"Later, Asgeir. We need to focus." Said Elsa. She pointed at his feet. "There it is." She knelt down and picked up the urn carefully.

"That's it?" I asked.

"It's smaller than I imagined." Said Anna. "Must not have been very comfortable."

Elsa stared at the urn. "Well, she's going to have to make do. Because she's going right back inside it."

I turned back towards the wardrobe, and drew my sword.

"Asgeir!" Whispered Anna. "What are you doing?"

I smiled at Anna. "Relax. I'm not going to kill him. Yet. Wisearse thought it was funny to make a joke about my face and my scars last time we met. Let's see how he likes it."

With one quick swipe, I carved a deep slash across Hans' face. I wasn't sure what the result would be if he ever unfroze, but I doubted it would be good for him. Would he die, or what?

"When I kill him, it's going to be up close, personal, and when he's fully awake. So I can see the look on his face when he dies."

"No need to be grim, Asgeir." Said Elsa, tucking the urn under her arm. "We got what we came for. Now, let's go."

I just noticed that she had her gloves on as we headed out the room, Kristoff coming along.

"When this is all over, don't put those back on." I said. "That's not you anymore."

"I know. When this is over, I'm taking them off for good. Soon enough."

No, Elsa. Not soon, as much as I hated to admit it. Much, much later.

You come to learn over this kind of life that breaking out of prison is a lot easier than breaking in. So as not to arouse suspicion, Anna and I would have to return to our cell to set the trap for Ingrid. I had rather I slid my blade across her throat, but I had my duty to Elsa and Anna as their brother, and had to respect their decision. But they agreed I would find the place to put the urn when we had her trapped in it.

As we crept down into the prison, Anna brought up a good point. She looked over at the sleeping guard, and smiled.

"He looks peaceful! We should probably look into hiring some new guards when this is all over." She said.

"Smart." Said Elsa. "Asgeir?"

I knew what she meant. "We can discuss it with Matthew when I call him back here. I know you'll find several loyal Assassins to help out here."

Anna smiled. "Awesome."

We turned the corner and reached the cell.

"Now are you sure you're going to be okay down here?" Said Elsa.

"Yes! It's not as bad as it looks." Said Anna.

"Psh! Speak for yourself!" I retorted. "You weren't dangling upside down by a chain."

"Right. And the dankness, and the darkness, and the mice. Who are cute when they're not scurrying over your toes. But I have shoes!"

I nodded. "We'll be fine, Elsa."

"I promise you both, I won't be long." Said Elsa. "As soon as I return to the palace, I'll tell Ingrid that you're to be banished, and she is to see to your punishments personally."

"Right. And when she comes down here, I'll surprise her with the urn." Said Anna. "Not like party 'surprise!'. Something more dower to match the occasion like-"

"Surprise..." I said in a low, somber voice.

Anna grinned. "Hey, that's good!"

Elsa's brow creased with worry. "What if something goes wrong? Maybe I should come down here too, just in case?"

I placed a hand on Elsa's shoulder. "If Ingrid even tries to lay a finger on Anna, I'll make sure she doesn't have enough time to realize her mistake. Can't have you down here. Otherwise it might end up with you in that urn."

Anna nodded. "Please don't worry. I promise, everything is going to be fine."

We all smiled with reassurance. This could only end one way, but I had faith, like they both taught me. Keep the faith, and don't give up.

Elsa opened the cell door, and Anna and I stepped inside. She closed the door behind us, then locked it.

I placed a fist over my heart, and Anna nodded. Elsa smiled, and walked away.

Just then, I heard it. The whispers. The two words I didn't want to hear: "Too late".

Anna jumped and the urn disappeared from her hands, and shackles appeared on them. They did for me as well, but these were no problems to undo almost as soon as I was chained. But I was smart enough to not throw them off so conspicuously. Thank god for the warning, even if it was only two seconds.

Ingrid jumped out from the shadows. "Surprise!" She said, beaming. "How was that?"

Anna scowled. "I'd have done it different."

Ingrid had something in her hands. It was long, and shiny, but it didn't look like a knife. It was too bright.

"Well, I'm afraid you won't get the chance. See I was hoping that Elsa would believe the lies I told her, but I knew I had to be ready in case she didn't."

I smirked. "Elsa knows who she stands with. Not freaks like you! She won't turn on us! Never!"

"Never? That's a strong word." Said Ingrid.

"You know another strong word?" I felt my wrist tighten, and jumped for her, the chains breaking off. "DIE!" I flicked my wrist, and shot towards her, the eagle and it's prey, my blade extending.

Ingrid didn't bat an eyelash as she countered. She swiped the long object in her hands through the air, and I felt it slice through my eyes. I could hear glass breaking as the object shattered, striking me across the face. I fell to the ground on my back, the wind knocking out of me.

"What did you-AUGHHHGHHHH!"

To say it was hundredfold the most pain I had ever felt would be a sad understatement. The dagger's shards seemed to leech through my eyes as I felt the whole world go blurry around me. I heard voices whispering the words.

"Liar. Thief. Killer. Bastard. Outlaw. Devil."

The voices went on, but I could also hear Anna screaming my name down at me in horror, as I thrashed on the floor in pain, the shards of whatever Ingrid hit me with digging into my eyes.

"What did you do to him?!" Cried Anna.

"All I did was give him the fate he deserved. Now he won't save you, and neither will Elsa."

"You don't know them! You don't know me!" Cried Anna, struggling with the chains.

"Oh, but I do. We're a lot alike, Elsa and I."

"The HELL YOU ARE!" I rasped. But yelling only made the pain worse, if that was even possible. I had never felt torture like this before. I thrashed and kicked like a bull, hoping for the pain to end. But the end was nowhere in sight. I even considered piercing my throat on my blade to ease the pain and stop it. Or gouging my eyes out at least.

"That's right." Said a voice. "Give up. Stop fighting and die."

I tried my best to calm down, the pain increasing by the second.

"We had families, but we both grew up in this palace. Isolated, and alone." Continued Ingrid. I kept thrashing against the pain, it now spreading through my whole head. Thousands of angry voices whispered in my head hateful things. Things of how my family didn't love me, and neither did the Assassins. How they all needed to be punished. But somehow, I didn't want to do it. It was almost as if I was able to at least feebly block out some of why Ingrid's dagger had done to me. It made the pain increase much further, but I needed to fight it. For them. For my only family left.

"I liked to go to the library, and bury myself in a good book. My favorite was an ancient Norse legend. The Trolden Glass. Perhaps you read it."

"NOOOOAAUYGGHH!" I cried. But it wasn't because I hadn't read it. It was because I knew where this was going. I had read that story. What Ingrid just said made me realize the curse from that story was real, and now it was digging through my mind, almost trying to force me to hurt Anna. Or Elsa. Someone innocent. Or maybe the Assassins. They killed people all the time, and someone who killed was not innocent. So maybe it wasn't so much of a bad idea that I could pierce their hearts and take their lives.

No, I couldn't do that. I needed to fight this. Stay my blade from the flesh of the innocent. The single most important tenet of the Creed, in my opinion.

"Of course I read it!" Said Anna. "I read everything in there."

"Tell me what you remember."

Anna quivered. "Giving a book report would be a lot easier if you'd let me go!"

"The other option is I kill you!" Ingrid raised her hand.

The pain coursing through my head was blue hot, and I could barely speak or stand. But that last word made me jump up. Ingrid replied by putting her hand right over my face, and shoving me into the ground.

"Goddamn twat!" I gasped. "I'll make you aauugh!"

As I felt another spike of pain hit me, Anna did her best to recite what she had read. A king mourned over his young daughter's death so close to her own birthday. Her birthday present was a mirror so that she could see how beautiful she was. But her death filled him with anger and sorrow, and that sorrow also filled the mirror. And he wanted others to feel that pain as well. So he cast the Spell of Shattered Sight.

"It made his subjects see only the worst in the ones they loved. And they turned on each other, destroying themselves." Said Ingrid.

"What does that story have to do with anything?" Said Anna.

"You were in my room. I'm sure you saw the mirror." Ingrid picked up a shard from the glass dagger she had slashed my eyes with. "This is just a small piece of it. I spent years gazing into that mirror."

"Blondie likes her own reflection! Egotistic much?!" I spat.

Ingrid ignored me. She could never admit that it was her actions causing all this chaos, not the doing of others. One common denominator with maniacs that I realized over time is denial. Denial that anything they do is wrong. Everything they do has no consequences. She only saw me, a killer, lying on the floor, crying like a wounded boar.

"But all I saw reflected back at me was pain." She continued. "Just like the Nordic king."

Anna realized instantly what she was doing. "You're going to cast that spell."

Ingrid smiled. "The Spell of Shattered Sight. I already did it to him." She pointed at me. "I gave the worst part of that sorrow to him, and it's cutting through your dear bastard brother's mind. All the worst of the pain from the king, and his subjects is now digging through his head."

So those were the voices. Every negative emotion left from those who died in the chaos, urging me to get up and kill Anna. I had about as many weapons par with a small cache. It would be too easy. I always hated hearing the sound of that little girl babble on and on about everything. Yes, it would be easy. And very enjoyable.

*Stop it! This isn't you, Asgeir. Anna and Elsa are who you now live for along with the Assassins. You're in their life now because you couldn't see Anna's life taken away. You saved her life, and you'll do whatever you can to help her.* I thought to myself.

"It would take an entire lifetime to cultivate enough power to cast a spell over an entire kingdom." Ingrid grinned. "Luckily, I only need to cast it over you."

I screeched. Wether pain, or fear for Anna, I don't know. I tried to stand up and take the blow of the curse, but all I could do was stand up a bit, and then stumble into the wall.

The spell's shards floated across the cell towards Anna. She withered, trying to stop it from reaching her. But all we both could do was wait with dread as the shards entered her eyes, cracking them.

The look of fear on Anna's face vanished. Instead, it turned into a scowl. She didn't say anything as Ingrid undid her chains. Anna grabbed the urn from the ground, and stalked off.

Ingrid looked down at me. "Remarkable. You're somehow resisting the spell. You clearly have a stronger will than I expected. Please stop this foolish crusade, Asgeir. It's time everyone saw you for what you really are."

I stood up with anger, the shards digging into my head. "You're wrong, Ingrid."

"Well now. You actually know your manners. No crass name for me this time?"

I shivered, the pain still increasing by the second. Was I going numb to it? Either way, I needed to stop Anna. I'd kill Ingrid after I stopped whatever chaos would soon ensue.

Ingrid started towards the dungeon exit, eager to see Anna turn on Elsa. It was too easy. She expected Elsa to freeze Anna to protect herself, leaving Elsa "alone" to be comforted by Ingrid.

"YOU WANT PEOPLE TO DIE?!" I shouted, the dungeon swirling around me. I could have been talking to a brick wall, for all I cared. "FINE! But the moral way to take souls is by your own hands. If you want this, all of this bullshit, then do it yourself!"

An old belief of mine. It was why I resented most magic. My father believed that a king who sentenced his men to death, must swing the sword himself. If he didn't, he would soon forget what death truly meant. I knew what death meant, and didn't take lives for granted. All those that died at my hands deserved to die. But Ingrid didn't know what death meant. She would have everyone around her kill themselves and sit back in enjoyment instead of killing them herself.

Shadows of sobbing widows, and people tearing each other apart moved past me. They all yanked on me like a dead molar, wanting me to let go, and join Anna in this twisted curse of mind control. But I didn't listen. I would not give up faith in either of them. Anna was not acting on her behalf, and Elsa would never hurt a soul, no matter what. Those two needed me just as much as I needed them. Because without them, I would be broken. I would not be alone, I knew that perfectly clear. The Assassins were my family just as much as Anna and Elsa. But broken would be the fate that I faced if Anna died by Elsa's hand forced by Ingrid, and Ingrid took Elsa from me.

"Bastard."

"Thief."

"Scumbag."

"Weakling."

"Criminal."

"Freak."

I tried refusing to listen. I was a drunk man stumbling over a tightrope, dangerously close to falling into a sea of shattered glass. I felt stairs at my feet, and climbed furiously.

"You have failed me, son." I heard my father's voice. "You let that monster hurt those you care about."

"You are no son of mine!" I heard a woman's voice. Mother's no doubt. "You're just a bastard!"

I ignored the light, stumbling down the hallway. Elsa had said she would be waiting for us in the lounge when it was done. I thought I could see Anna and Ingrid round the corner at the far end of the hallway as I stumbled.

Ingrid stopped, waved over a pair of guards, then pointed at me.

"He means to kill the Queen! Seize him!"

They charged at me, the voices of the dead that opposed me whispering to me.

"I followed the creed, and you still killed me!" Said Ryan. "You've started an internal feud in the Brotherhood, because you thought I was in the wrong!"

"All I did, I did because of my duties to my family." Said Fritz. "Arendelle belongs in the control of nobles that don't shoot ice from their hands."

"You stupid Assassins keep to the company of all kinds of monsters. It runs in your family." Said the Duke.

The guards tried to hold me down, but I managed to pull them both off, and get them both in the face, knocking them out. I had to keep going.

I felt the frame of an open door, and leaned forward, letting my legs guide me into the room. It was the right one. I felt it.

"-It's all chocolate. I'm afraid the ice cream's long melted, but I can make you more if you like."

The clichés and inside jokes with us never ceased to make me laugh. Through all the pain, voices, shadows trying to stop me, and the room swimming around me, I think I chuckled a little.

But Anna was all gone. "It's just like you." She snapped. "Thinking some food and fancy jewelry can make up for everything you did to me!"

Elsa's smile vanished. Had she noticed me stumble in yet? I needed to get the urn away from Anna.

"Everything I did to you? Anna, what are you talking about?" Elsa smiled a little, thinking this was some sort of sick joke. I fell to the ground beside one of the chairs. I grabbed the base of the leg, and used it to pull me across the floor towards them. I needed to get up and jump for the urn.

"It all came back to me when we were in the east wing of the palace. How you ignored for all those years. Left me to wander this place like a ghost."

Elsa was aghast. "Is this a joke?! Because of my ruse? Because if you're trying to get back at me, Anna, it isn't funny." Elsa then noticed me. "And Asgeir, what's going on? Get up off the floor! The servants just cleaned it."

I'd have smiled if I wasn't in so much pain. I had been impaled once, stabbed fourteen times, flogged three, burned five, and countless cuts and bruises from all those years of training and jobs for the Assassins. But all that collected paled thousandfold in comparison to this. This was the devil's judgement condensed in a goddamn piece of cursed glass. I reached up to the table, trying to push myself up onto my feet.

"Speaking of which." Said Anna. "You, Asgeir. You were just as bad. You knew just how much pain I was in, but you left me alone for all those years just as Elsa did. You knew I needed someone to talk to, someone to have as a friend, but you left me and ignored me all the same. You couldn't work up the guts to approach us until it was too late!"

I knew it was all part of the spell, but those words seemed to only add onto all the pain I was feeling. I had to steady myself against the table, shaking a plate of chocolates so hard, they fell to the floor.

Anna turned on Elsa again. "Do you want to know the worst part?" She asked. "You let me believe it was all my fault. That I had done something wrong."

I failed to see anything wrong in anything that Anna had just said against Elsa, even with my resisting to the curse. But we all make mistakes. For example, I made the huge mistake of not killing Ingrid the second I saw her. She glowed red from my Sight, but all the same, I let her live.

"Anna, put down the urn!" I cried, squinting my eyes in pain. I started to feel cold. It wasn't Elsa's doing, but it wasn't Ingrid either. I was feeling something from the spell. Maybe it decided I had resisted enough, and wanted to kick it up another couple of notches.

"How can you say these things?" Said Elsa. "We promised we'd never be like this. What's happened?"

"Fight it, Anna!" I yelled. "Keep all faith! I believe in you! Please, fight it!"

I started feeling the pain spread. It was starting in my hands, and I felt my grip start to loosen on the table. I shook wildly, and gripped the table harder.

"I've come to my senses." Said Anna, reaching for her pendant. I wanted to stop her, but doing so would be impossible. All I could do was watch with horror as Anna tore off the pendant, and tossed it into the fireplace. Elsa was horrified.

"This isn't you! It can't be!" She exclaimed.

"You're right, Elsa! It-" I said.

"I'm afraid it is."

Ingrid walked in, and I pulled out my flintlock. "YOU!" I snarled, pointing the pistol to Ingrid. The swimming world around me tried to force me to miss the shot. I couldn't steady myself.

"Ingrid you're not-"

"In an urn?" She said. "No. Fortunately I have a chance to show you that I am the only one who will ever understand you. Anna, nor Asgeir ever will."

"Piss on that!" I snapped. "You've done too much damage for me to keep you alive, you bloody craven witch!"

Elsa looked at me, then Ingrid with disbelief. "This is because of you!" She said. "You used your magic to cast a spell on them."

"Atta girl, Elsa!" I smirked, still aiming my gun for Ingrid. I wanted to pull the trigger so badly, but I also wanted to savor this moment. I wanted Ingrid to realize just what a freak she was before I did so. And then I'd make her pay for wounding this eagle.

"No, just Anna." Said Ingrid. "Asgeir's recklessness caused him to shoot himself with his own poison dart. It's why he's in so much pain."

Crazy, and naive. I had years of experience with poisons, and the berserker darts I carried I had loaded into cartridges for my rifle. I would never be so eager to kill Ingrid that I would unwittingly prick myself with a dart. Elsa knew that as well. I could see it in her eyes. She refused to believe Ingrid, just as Anna refused to believe what our mother sought Rumplestiltskin out for.

"I cast a spell on Anna that reveals her true feelings. Even if she wasn't able to admit them before. Her deepest, darkest emotions now brought into the light."

"You wouldn't even talk to me!" Snapped Anna. Then she mocked Elsa. "'Go away, Anna! Go away, Anna!' You're supposed to be my sister!"

Elsa would not give up, and neither would I. But some part of me wanted to pull my other flintlock out and shoot the urn out of Anna's hands. But I couldn't do it. I wouldn't. Elsa gave up too often as a child, and now that she was finally moving on, letting all of the past go (yes, I see what I did there), I would not give up on Anna either.

"I am your sister! Anna, please! Put down the urn!"

Then it happened. I pulled out the other gun, and aimed it at Anna. "Let go of the bloody urn, Your Highness." I said in a voice I never heard.

"She won't listen to you, Elsa." Said Ingrid. "Just like your mother wouldn't listen to me! The only way to stop her is to truly accept who you truly are! Use your powers on her!"

"You're out of your goddamn clock, woman!" I screamed, focusing on the gun in my left hand, pointing at Ingrid. I could see my own inner struggle. One was wanting to shoot Ingrid to stop her from all this misery, and the other was considering shooting Anna to protect Elsa. If I could only save one sister, who would I choose?

"No! I won't give up on my sister!" Said Elsa.

"Don't do it, Elsa! Anna, PUT DOWN THE FUCKING URN!"

"Do it! Elsa, freeze her!"

My head kept snapping from Elsa, to Anna, to Ingrid, and back again. If I didn't act within seconds, someone I cared for was going to get hurt. But the curse was shaking my aim off. I could shoot Elsa by mistake.

"No, I won't! I won't hurt my sister!" Said Elsa.

"DO IT!" commanded Ingrid.

"I will kill you right now if you don't shut up, bitch!" Then why wasn't I shooting her already?!

Anna started to lift the urn's lid.

"ANNA! NO!" I rasped.

Elsa glanced at me, and for a second, I thought I saw her smile. But it wasn't for reassurance. It was for a goodbye.

Elsa crossed her arms, refusing to hurt her own blood. "Do what you will, but know that no matter what, Anna, I love you!"

Anna pulled the lid off, and I saw Elsa seem to transform into some kind of liquid as she went into the urn.

"NOO!" I roared. "ELSA!"

As soon as the urn shut, Anna winced. "Wait, what?"

Ingrid couldn't believe what happened. "No!" She exclaimed.

Anna looked at the urn. "Elsa?!" Then she looked at me. "Asgeir? Where's Elsa?! What did you make me do, Ingrid?!"

Ingrid advanced on Anna. "You foolish girl!" She snatched the urn from Anna's hands. "This is all your fault!"

That was it. I had had it. Just as she was about to grab Anna, I turned my pistol over in my hands, and smacked Ingrid with the metal handle. She backed away, not expecting that strike.

"Her fault?! You made her do this, you whore! As far as I'm concerned, you put Elsa in that urn! You caused this shite storm in the first place! You can never see the people that die by your hands simply because they don't realize the kind of damage you do to them! I'll make you pay for even trying to hurt Anna again!"

The door flew open as Kristoff burst in, but he was not alone. I recognized both of my hooded brothers flanking him. Troy has his crossbow out, and Rabbit wielded his bow and arrow.

"Stay away from her!" Kristoffyelled, his pick axe raised.

"Troy? Rabbit?"

"Not leaving you behind, brother!" Said Rabbit. "We leave no one behind!"

"Let's end this bitch!" Said Troy with his crossbow trained on Ingrid.

I had Ingrid. The barrel of my pistol was right up against her pale skull. I needed to pull the trigger and I needed to do it now.

"Oh." Said Ingrid. Her face was starting to redden from the bruise I had given her. "Here comes the noble hero and his cronies. Just in time to help the vicious Assassin." She started to back away from Anna, raising a finger to us. "I know that look in your eyes! In all your eyes!"

"Let her go!" Said Kristoff.

"We knew there was no trusting you, so either let Her Highness go," said Troy. "Or my winged blade gets to fly right to your head."

"I'm going to kill you either way, Your Lowness, so I suggest you let Elsa go before I spray your brain over the wall." I snarled.

"Eventually, everyone sees me as a monster." Said Ingrid, that psychotic smile cracking over her face. "Maybe it's time to embrace that, and be one!"

Ingrid snapped her hand over the room. I looked at Anna with dread as I saw the whole room coat with ice, thanking god that I had Matthew take most of the kingdom out of the area, because some part of me knew that it wasn't just this room. Arendelle would be entering yet another ice age, much worse than the last one. I heard a click come from Troy's crossbow, but he hesitated so much, the arrow never left his bow as the ice encased him. I closed my eyes to wait for the ice to cover me as well, hearing it crackle around me.

"What?!"

I opened my eyes. Ingrid was still standing in front of me, but Anna, Kristoff, Rabbit, Troy, and the whole room was frozen. Only Ingrid and I were unfrozen.

I scowled at her. "Got something else planned for me? Gonna torture me, because I doubt you can come up with anything words than that dagger!"

"No! You should be frozen as well!"

I smiled. Fate was on my side for now. I could maybe get Elsa to unfreeze the place once I killed Ingrid. This was my chance.

"Last warning, Brain Freezer. Let my sisters go, and I'll make your death quick and painless. Two in the back of the head."

Ingrid seemed to have one more trick up her sleeve. "I have a better idea." She threw her hand forward, a stream of ice hitting me. Square on in the heart.

It was cold. Anna never told me how cold it felt to have her heart frozen, but it was colder than I ever felt before. I fell to my knees, Ingrid standing above me.

"Swear your loyalty to me, dog, and I'll remove the ice from your heart."

I reached for my boot. I couldn't defeat Ingrid in this condition. I would come back with more Assassins to take Ingrid apart. I stood up slowly, and spat at her feet.

"I will find you again. And when I do, I will impale your heart with my best steel. You took my aunt, my sisters, two of my best brothers, and my only home from me. I will spend every waking moment looking for you, and when I do, you will be sent to the burning hot depths of hell."

I jumped up, kicking Ingrid in the face. Then I dashed for the window, and jumped through it, shards flying everywhere. I tossed the magic bean to the ground below, and thought of someplace warm and sunny. Corona.

"I will be back, girls. I will be back." I said, falling through the portal.

I limped up the hill, the burning sun almost glazing my head under my hood. I clutched my chest with a hard struggle for relief to the chilling pain. The bell tower was a welcome sight, seeing the familiar hooded figures on the surrounding walls, watching for intruders. One of them yelled, seeing me and the gates surrounding the tower opened.

Matthew and Felix were waiting for me inside the gates.

"Asgeir!" He exclaimed when I was inside. I fell to the ground as the gates closed. "We didn't think you made it when it took so long. What happened?"

"Arendelle...it's frozen. But it's much worse since last time. The whole place is just a giant wasteland."

Matthew was surprised, but gathered himself, and nodded, patting me on the back. "We may be here longer than we intended, Felix."

Felix crossed his arms. "One week. I expect you to have left this sanctuary in a week. Until then, 'Me casa, su casa'."

I replied by spitting at the ground in front of Corona's Mentor. "Enough, Felix. Ryan was an arsehole who didn't respect the Creed and twisted it for his own gain. You have got to get over it. You lost a warrior. Big deal. It happens to us all. But because of that psycho, our home is gone, two brothers along with it, and my own blood is gone. So buck up, and remember that we're still brothers here."

Felix stared hard at me, then lightened up. "Kid knows how to talk, Matthew. You taught him well. Fine. We'll do what we can to help out. Just don't think this is a permanent solution."

I turned to Matthew. "Rabbit and Troy... Ingrid froze them, too. I don't know if they're dead or not."

Matthew placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's on me, Asgeir. Not you. I told them to stay behind in case things went south and you needed us." Ingrid. She did that? Freeze the whole kingdom and two of our brothers?"

"Yes. And she did something to me. I think she froze my heart, but it doesn't seem to be freezing me."

"We'll have the maester take a look. What about Elsa and Anna?"

I looked up at Matthew, and shook my head. What I would say I didn't see as a lie at all: "Dead. They're both dead."

Matthew's teeth parted open, but then he bowed his head. "Hvil I Fred, Queen Elsa and Princess Anna."

In the slimy paws of Ingrid, my sisters were no better than dead. There was no way I'd be able to get them back yet. And something told me Ingrid wouldn't be sticking around Arendelle for long. She'd done her damage, but she would soon look for more souls to torment and tear apart. I had no idea where to start looking.

I suddenly felt the massive chill hit me like a shovel. "Hvil I Fred, dear sisters." I murmured as I fell to the ground unconscious, dreaming of a day that I would wait decades for.

End Sequence 1: The Falling Eagle

A/N: And with that, so ends the first part of Asgeir's story. Next we return, Asgeir will head to Storybrooke after 30 years to finally bring down threats old and new.