Just a little idea that sprung from my thing for 'Hobbit,' 'Lord of the Rings' and Disney.
"Mutton yesterday, mutton today, an' blimey, if it don't look like mutton again termorrer!" Anna and Olaf could hear that voice again, definitely not the sort you heard in the castle throne room. As silent as hedgehogs, they slunk towards the firelight that led them towards a clearing. "Quit yer gripin'!" another guttural voice boomed in reply.
"This ain't sheep!" William, the troll carrying Sven was saying to a shorter troll wearing an apron and a skinnier one in what looked like a vest. These other two trolls sat on boulders around a battered cauldron heating over a campfire. "This 'ere's fresh stag!" William grinned, stomping up to one of the trees he was going to tie Sven onto. "AW! I don't like deer. I never 'ave. Too much hair! Too smelly!" Tom, the thin rat-faced troll with stick-out teeth and his left eye looking in the wrong direction complained in a squawky voice, shaking his coconut-like head. Anna and Olaf crouched behind a hedge, peering at these three very large creatures. "Woah, look at the size of – " "Ssshhh!" Anna hissed, snapping a hand over Olaf's big mouth. At the moment, William was looping a rope around Sven's neck, tying the other end around a nearby tree trunk. "Well, it's better than leathery ol' farmer. All skin an' bone 'e woz." grunted Bert, the troll in the apron holding a stick with a metal bowl roped onto the end to make a ladle. His right eye was an ugly milky white, possibly an injury. "I'm still pickin' bits of 'im outta me teeth." he went on whilst Anna and Olaf crept through bushes and tree trunks around the clearing. Olaf felt a great deal of pity hearing this. "Aw, I hate to imagine that poor farmer guy - " "Olaf, be quiet!" Anna hissed again, the danger of being spotted hanging in the air.
After he had strung the squirming, terrified reindeer to the tree, William sat down on a third boulder on Tom's right. Bert had just tossed some herbs into his bubbling mutton stew, when Tom reared his head back. "AAA - CHOO!" There was a splurge of something landing into the cauldron. Anna froze up against a tree with Olaf at her side. "Ew…" she grimaced at what she had heard. "Oh, that's lovely that is." Bert grumbled, staring down into the pot. "A floater!" "Ooh! Might improve the flavour!" William scoffed in amusement. Anna felt her stomach turn. "Double ew…" "Ah, there's more where that came from!" Tom grinned to William, getting up. Just as he inhaled through his nostrils ready for another round, Bert snatched hold of his snout with his free hand. "OH, NO, YOU DON'T!" he growled angrily.
As Tom started yowling in pain, Anna led Olaf through the trees so they were a few yards behind Bert, close enough to where Sven lay helplessly muzzled and tied up.
After a few seconds of clutching Tom's nostrils so hard, he kept on yelping, Bert gave him an incredible shove. "Sit down!" he snarled. As Tom stumbled back onto his boulder, the grouchy chef troll went back to stirring. "Ahh – ahh – " Tom went, feeling a sneeze on the way and snatching the handkerchief (a blanket) hanging off his waist. He placed his leaky nostrils into the blanket, let out a startlingly loud sneeze and blew, making the most disgustingly long noises possible.
With her back up against the tree she was hiding behind, Anna inched around in an attempt to weigh up her chances of a successful rescue. "You do know how to save Sven, don't you Anna?" Olaf was almost pleading, huddled beside her leg. "I'm working on it…" she whispered, cautiously watching the trolls from the corner of her eye.
"I hope you know how ter gut this stag." Tom said to Bert, turning to Sven. Eyes wide in fear, Anna gasped and whirled back behind the tree. "I don't want the stinky parts." Tom continued, getting up to have a look at the frightened animal who couldn't even bray with that beastly rope William had put around his nose. But Bert swung his ladle into Tom's coconut head, causing him to yowl again. "I said sit down!" he shouted. Tom still whined and clutched his head, but went back to sit on his boulder. William, who was using a rock to sharpen a dagger, simply a chipped blade tied to a stick, grew quite impatient. "I'm starvin'! Are we havin' deer tonight or wot?" he shouted. "No…" Anna quivered, her blood turning as cold as Elsa's eternal winter would have been. Any minute, these monsters might decide it was time to chop Sven up to fifty slices! "Shut your cakehole! You'll eat wot I give ya!" Bert was snapping back at William. Anna relaxed only slightly, now that she had just a little more time. She and Olaf carefully glanced from behind the tree again, just as Tom was pulling out his blanket-handkerchief. When she saw something else hanging from Tom's waist, Anna paused. It was another dagger like William's; a curved blade roughly attached to a bit of wood. She felt cogs start to turn in her head.
Anna got down onto one knee so she was at Olaf's level. "Okay, Olaf, see that dagger?" she whispered as quietly as possible, despite her voice trembling slightly. "Yeah, I don't want to find out what those guys are about to - " "Olaf, ssshhh!" Anna hushed, clamping a finger and thumb over the snowman's upper and lower lip. His voice was muffled behind his snow lips, but he looked up at her as though ready to listen. "Olaf, I want you to sneak over and bring it to me, so we can cut Sven's ropes." Anna instructed. "Okay?" When she let go of Olaf's lips, he looked back at Tom's dagger. "Sure, I think I can get it, Anna." Olaf whispered back, succeeding mainly in sounding hoarser than quieter. "Right. Now before we do that -" Anna muttered, looking around herself. "I shall go all sneaky like…" At Olaf's words, she instantly turned to find him tip-toeing out of the trees, towards the trolls! "Get back here!" Anna nearly screeched, lunging and snatching Olaf before darting back into the trees. Flattening herself up against one and panting in fear, she kept her arms around Olaf with one hand over his mouth. Apart from her heart thumping in her throat, there was just silence. Bert was sloshing his ladle in the pot. William was drawing his dagger along his small rock and Tom was wiping his nostrils in the blanket.
A few anxious, breathless seconds later, Anna decided Olaf hadn't quite given himself away to the trolls just yet and in relief, placed him back down beside her. "Before you do this, we've just got to make sure you get to those guys unnoticed…" she told Olaf, looking around again. When she noticed some small bushes, she caught and pulled bits of them off with her fists. "Oh, yeah, you're right." Olaf replied in understanding. "I do kind of stand out, because, you know, I'm made of snow, and everything around here's green, in fact, I'm really not sure how I'd blend in. We could try painting me green, that might – " "Now, Olaf, hold still." Anna ordered the chatty snowman, holding up the bits of bush. "Right, holding still." Olaf obediently replied, making the balls that made his body as rigid as a statue. Anna knelt down and started sticking the twigs into his body as though giving him acupuncture. Olaf's snow held them in, the vegetation hanging off the ends hiding most of his body. Of course having them pushed through him did cause him to titter at the ticklish sensation, so Anna had to put a hand over his mouth. Soon after stabbing a few more bits of bush into him, Anna stepped back for a proper look. "Hey, I think I've just become one of the trees!" Olaf observed with his ever-wide grin at the camouflage covering him up apart from his carrot nose, round childlike eyes and stick arms. "Learned that trick from an old play I once saw." Anna smirked in light amusement. "I'd love to see that play! Is it about a snowman who makes friends with trees?" "Later, Olaf." Anna whispered, pushing him out. "Just get me that dagger and we can get Sven out of here. But be careful. Good luck." So Olaf started stealthily scuttling towards the trolls. The greenery made him just about blend into the environment, though it did leave the balls that were his feet quite visible.
"How come e's the cook?!" William growled sulkily as he sawed his dagger along his huge nails. "Everything tastes the same! Everything tastes like chicken!" "Except the chicken." Tom squawked through his handkerchief. "Well it tastes like fish!" snapped William, who didn't even notice the tiny bush moving on Tom's left. "I'm just sayin'." Bert argued, still stirring the contents of the pot grumpily. "A little appreciation would be nice." Next thing, the trolls turned their heads, Bert looking behind himself. Apart from a small bush standing perfectly still, they saw absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. So Bert went back to stirring, William and Tom turning away. "'Thank you very much, Bert! Nice stew Bert!' 'Ow 'ard is that?" Bert continued to grumble.
Anna watched Olaf edge closer and closer to Tom, the dagger at the troll's waist just waiting to be pinched. So far that bush disguise seemed to be working. Not once did Tom even turn his head, but his left arm suddenly started to reach out for something. Olaf halted his step, looking up at the huge hand that felt its way about and came only a few feet from touching him. "Hm, just needs a sprinkle o' squirrel's…" Bert was murmuring. Then Tom's hand grabbed a mug (a barrel with a chair tied to it as a handle) and lifted it. "'ERE!" Bert barked. Anna squeaked in fright and shrunk behind her tree. "That's MY grog!" Bert was shouting at Tom. Tom would have taken a swig, but stuttered guiltily at Bert. Olaf watched through his camouflage as the weedy troll placed the barrel down. "Sorry - AAH!" All Tom's apology was rewarded with was Bert growling and smacking his head with the ladle hard enough to knock him back off his boulder! After scooping up some of his stew with the ladle, Bert took a sip while Tom sat back up and shook the stars from his coconut head. "Ooh! That is *beautifully* balanced, that is." the chef troll said in satisfaction at his cooking. As he held the ladle forward to give Tom a try, Olaf shuffled closer to the dagger. "Wrap yer laughin' gear 'round there, eh?" Bert commented as Tom loudly slurped out of the bowl that was the ladle's spoon. "Ew…" Feeling slightly sick at the noises these trolls made when eating, Anna clasped her mouth, but stayed in the trees watching Olaf's progress. Olaf was right at Tom's side reaching his short stick arms for that dagger that Anna needed to cut Sven free. But the fact that the troll moved about where he sat made stealing it all the more difficult for the three-foot-tall snowman who just grabbed thin air. "Huh? Good, innit?" Bert was asking the slurping Tom with a low chuckle. "That's why I'm the cook." When Olaf reached for the dagger again, Tom lifted himself up off the boulder, scratching his rear end! "Ew, gross." Anna went, scrunching her eyes shut and turning away. How she desperately wanted to purge that image from her mind before it scarred her possibly for life! Olaf just kept still, waiting for Tom to finish. Once the troll had plonked himself back onto the boulder, the snowman took his next chance to reach for that dagger. "Say, Tom, 'ave you got anymore of that bogey juice?" Bert asked. "Adds a nice crunch." But Tom twitched his nostrils. "Uhhh, nah, s'gone all runny - ahhh - ahhh…" Feeling another sneeze on the way, he reached down for the blanket. His massive hand snatched it back up and his snout unleashed an incredible shower of thick green mucus! Leaves and scrub flew around the trolls like confetti! Eyes saucer-wide and pressing a fist to her mouth, Anna squealed in horror!
"WOAH!" Tom screeched in shock, his beady eyes bulging at what he saw in his hand. "BLIMEY!" There was a small, white, round creature lying in his handkerchief, smeared in slime and twiggery, staring up with a dazed, goofy grin. "BERT! LOOK WOT'S COME OUTTA ME HOOTER!" Tom babbled in his high-pitched voice. "It's got arms an' legs an' everything!" He was thinking he had just sneezed out Olaf! Bert leaned forward so his right eye could get a closer look at this tiny captive. William also looked, his mouth half-open in confusion. "Wot is it?" Bert asked curiously. "I - I dunno, but it don't look like a 'uman to me!" Tom replied. He violently tipped Olaf out of his hand as though he had diseases. The snot-splattered snowman flumped onto the soil, the impact separating his body and head!