A few days had past since Anna had her fight with Elsa. Nothing else had been on her mind, she'd not really spoken to anyone since either, a few words here and there in passing but nothing really substantial.
Nicolas, Anna's father, had been busy training the troops. Time was running out, and soon Elsa would call for the troops to head towards the Southern Isles.
The panic set in the closer the war got, the realization that Elsa might not return home constantly clawing at her heart. The red head swung her blade relentlessly at the training dummy. Each strike was as aggressive as the last, all of her frustrations manifesting in her actions.
"If I didn't know any better, Id say my daughter had something on her mind."
As Anna turned she saw her father, standing tall with a soft smile on his face.
"Oh, heh, perhaps a little." She answered honestly, the light blush on her skin born of embarrassment.
"Come, let us sit, and share words." He offered, gesturing towards a bench not far away.
Anna gave a nod and set her training sword back in its spot. She made her way over and sat down, exhaling heavily as she met the wood with her weight. It did the woman no good to wallow in self pity, and perhaps her father could give her an answer, or at least a general idea of how to fix her dilemma.
"What troubles you, my dear Anna?"
She looked out at the training grounds, watching the wind lift the dust for a sunlit dance. "A few things.." She started as she tapped her foot against the earth. "Mostly the fact that Elsa and the troops are going off to war in a week or so. I wan't to believe she will be fine, and that she will return, but I'm also very fearful that she wont and it will have been my fault for letting her go."
Nicolas nodded as his kin spoke. He understood what she was talking about, he had felt the same after the kings assassination, if he had stopped it it might not have happened. Might, being the key word. "My daughter, we can never tell what the fates have in store for us. Each of us have our own path to follow, our own choices to make. It's natural to protect the ones we love, but its important to remember to let them grow."
Anna sighed. Her father probably knew that better than anyone, after all he had been very protective of her after her mother died, yet here he was not telling her not to go into battle. He had even trained her in sword fighting. What kind of a person would she be if he hadn't let her grow on her own? " What if she doesn't come home?" She didn't mention how heart breaking that would be for her, it was pretty obvious.
"If she doesn't come back, then she will have either taken over the Southern Isles, or died with honor on the battle field. However, I wouldn't underestimate the Queen, my dear." He offered a soft smile, his red hair catching the sun.
But I love her...
"I just wish this war wasn't real. I want to go back in time and stop her from declaring it."
"Ah, yes that would be ideal. A week is a long while Anna, there is no telling what can happen in that time. Some times wars are won before they even start."
Before they even start? That was it! Anna had to stop the war before it starts.
"Thank you Father." Anna grinned, and leaned over to kiss her Father's cheek. Before he could respond, she got to her feet and started off towards the castle.
She wasn't sure how she was going to do this. How was she going to stop the war before the boats left?
Wait...I will talk to King Hans. That's how I will do it, I will go to him and fix all of this. Getting him to surrender and avoid blood loss should be relatively easy right?
It didn't matter, she was determined. Anna was going to stop this war before it started, fates be damned. "Southern Isles, here I come."