Himiko entered the Northern Mountain cave, alerting her men.
"Dig into the walls and ice!" Himiko cried. "But when you find the urn, do not break it! It is the only thing that can stop this winter!"
Fuyumi curled her gloved hands around the lip of the cave, hiding with Natsuo; Olaf outside waiting.
"Shouldn't we stop—" Fuyumi began, but Natsuo shushed her.
There was something about this place; the way the shadows moved; he just HAD to have that urn. Natsuo wanted to open it himself, though he didn't know why.
There was a sharp cry, and Himiko lifted her hands up, holding the pure white urn aloft.
"And now we ride!" Himiko shouted. "We will destroy the King! Follow his ice trail—he is in the Troll Kingdom!"
Xxx
Natsuo and Fuyumi regrouped outside the cave, out of sight.
"Shouldn't we try to beat them to Troll Kingdom?" Fuyumi said.
"We'd never make it in time." Natsuo said. "Besides, they won't be able to use magic there, not with All Might around. He'd never allow it."
Fuyumi looked confused, but Natsuo waved her off.
"Trust me," Natsuo said. "Our best chance is to return to the kingdom and head them off there. That's where Himiko will use the urn. Oh and by the way—"
Natsuo got in close; poked his sister's freckled nose. "I told you so."
