7 AM, July 30th, 1844
North Mountains, Kingdom of Arendelle
When he had heard the knock he had already extended his senses and found Anna's signature along with that of a man and something that almost resembled a miniaturized Tailed Beast. When the door opened and Anna's curious face appeared in the crack of the door, his sharingan immediately picked up on the foreign energy that seemed to follow her. This meant that what he had theorized was most definitely true in that Anna was being controlled; at least in a subconscious way such that Anna herself was not aware of her change of behavior. It didn't seem to have altered any of her actual personality given the concern that shown in her eyes when she saw Elsa. Although he would have to analyze her more in order to further figure out if Hans was indeed the culprit behind the technique. Given that when Hans had tried to use the same technique on him three years ago, his Sharingan had copied it and and created an exact copy of the technique using his chakra. The new technique had yet to be named since he had not had the time to truly analyze it fully nor had he used it. All the sitting around was making him itch for a battle to take part in so that he can finally let loose on those idiots who thought they could harm his charge and her sister. Those who opposed Arendelle and him would taste a fraction of his power before being brought to heel. He smirked amusedly as he wondered if any of his opponents might offer him the kind of thrill he so desperately craved. Hmmmm. Probably not. Oh well. At least he still had his clones to train with. Even if they were less fun than a truly powerful opponent. He forcefully returned his attention to his surroundings and managed to hear the tail end of Anna's song that ended with her explaining that Arendelle had been frozen and was now trapped in an eternal winter. The situation sounded dire, but he was not yet trusting of the controlled Anna and so he placed a hand up to stop the sisters' conversation. When he noticed he had their undivided attention. He turned to them and raised his middle and forefinger up into a handsign before dispelling his clone that he had left secretly back in Arendelle after instructing it to make another clone just in case. After the memories were absorbed by Madara, he turned to Elsa and gave a nod to show that Arendelle was indeed frozen. Before she could speak though, his new memories presented something new.
"Why is Prince Hans in charge of Arendelle? And why did he not send an escort with you when you left?" Now he turned to Anna who suddenly gained a glazed look in her eyes as she explained how she was in love with him and trusted him implicitly. Her conviction felt entirely unnatural. Madara could see the signs of genjutsu all over her. Her posture was stiff and her eyes were wild and glazed when they should have been clear and focused. When Anna was set on something rarely could she be steered away from completing it. And he was pretty sure Anna was set on making sure her sister was alright. Thus when at the mere mention of Hans, she turned into a fangirl who shouted her love for him to the heavens, he knew for sure that she was under his control. There was no one else who would have found any need to control Anna. Much less place her in love with Hans if they weren't him. Now, he was sure Hans was the one behind this entire disaster.
"Hmm.. this is getting interesting. I do so love it when I finally face someone at least competent in plotting if not in battle." Madara chuckled when he realised that Hans had planned out the entirety of these events in his favor. He stared back at Elsa explained the situation to her.
"Anna's under the control of Hans. I know that for sure. I can sense the same energy signature on her that I sensed on the cloaked man three years ago." His explanation made Anna suddenly turn towards him and started running at him with a crazy expression in her eyes. Elsa raised her hand in order to divert Anna's trajectory by aiming for her arm but Anna turned suddenly when she somehow noticed Elsa's actions. Time seemed to slow down as the sliver of magic travelled from Elsa's hand towards Chest. Elsa's eyes widened as fear settled in and memories of when she had accidentally hurt Anna resurfaced. She could only watch helplessly as her magic hit her sister right in the chest and her eyes cleared momentarily. She stood frozen in shock as her sister's body impacted the ground with a resounding thud.
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The pain in her chest made her mind suddenly clear as she became aware of the three people who were surrounding her. She looked up and found hte fearful blue orbs of her sister's eyes, then the dark brown eyes of the caring Kristoff who had helped her get to her sister through the snow. She then made to get up and felt her sister's hands holding her own as they stood up together.
"Anna. Are you okay?" Her sister asked softly even as her eyes shown with unshed tears. She didn't know what had happened. Only that she had suddenly felt an enormous impossible pressure that had overrode her consciousness and caused her to fling herself towards Madara in an attempt to kill him. Wait where was Madara? She looked back to where she was jumping towards and found him nowhere to be found.
"Up here." A voice called.
She and the others all raised their eyes and found the afore mentioned Uchiha standing upside down on the underside of a staircase on the third floor. The shocked silence was broken when he dropped down and rejoined them. Kristoff was the first to break the silence as he managed to pick his jaw off the floor.
"Uhhh. Was that normal?" He asked skeptically. He was sure that no one could jump that high or run that fast. Nor could anyone stick to a surface upside down. He was pretty sure he hadn't been dreaming that. And Anna had already told him of the seemingly magical man who had trained Elsa. He assumed this was that man. Although witnessing it first hand was still incredibly impressive. Madara turned to him then began making his way towards him with his red glowing eyes spinning rapidly and morphing into a different shape. The red eyes were now home to three comet like shapes that had three thick black lines extending to the edges of his eyes. They looked beautiful and unique yet he could feel the power that radiated off the intimidating form of the Uchiha.
"Umm uh he he. I shouldn't be here. I should probably go…" Madara heard this Kristoff say as he continued his purposeful stride towards him. Finally when he stopped in front of the man who was frozen in place and had closed his eyes, he rested his hand on the pomel of his sword and began drawing it out in an agonizingly slow and intimidating fashion. The sharp sound of the sword scratching against the sides of its scabbard as it was withdrawn finally brought the two sisters out of their frozen fear and they hastily ran towards him to prevent him from killing Kristoff. A second later, the doors were suddenly opened with a loud bang and a stream of soldiers led by Hans moved to surround Madara and the sisters.
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"Queen Elsa, if you come with us quietly, no harm will come to you. We only need to ensure you return with us to reverse the winter you have brought upon my kingdom." The annoying voice of Hans stated clearly and authoritatively as he slowly advanced on Elsa. He looked to Anna as he approached and attempted to give her a charming smile that only seemed to make Anna recoil away from him. His eyes showed a surprise that he quickly masked so that no one would find out the truth. Although a sudden paralyzing fear suddenly descended upon the prince and his men as a weight unlike any other slammed itself into their very souls and held them in place. He fought against his own instincts as he searched for the origin of the crushing depression that began to claw at his mind. When his eyes met those accursed red orbs, he nearly screamed in rage as the object of his dark fantasies was known to him under the bright sun shining through the doorway. The man's hair waved in the chilling breeze that wafted through the open door and made him appear just that much more majestic. Like a gigantic demon that had descended upon the world, the man stood with his sword at his side and his lips curled in a challenging smirk that made his blood boil with the white hot flames of vengeance. The vengeance he had sworn to unleash upon the man and everyone he loved. If he had to kill the queen and her gullible sister and that other man, then he would do so. If it got him the kingdom then he didn't care who died. With his vengeance fuelling him, his own magic responded and countered the crushing grip of the red eyed man in front of him. With the weight lifted from his psyche, he rushed forward with his sword drawn and his eyes shining with his insanity-induced bloodlust as he brought the sword down to strike down the princess that had moved in front of her sister to protect her from his rampage. However, just as his sword was about carve into the princess's flesh, he was knocked back by an unseen force and flew through back wall of the palace. He screamed out in agony and hatred as spittle flew from his mouth even while he began his uncontrolled decent down the snowy mountain and once again cursed the damn man for foiling his plans. He finally made contact with the slope of the mountain and began rolling down at breakneck speeds that had his mind getting dizzy from all the spinning. Then his vision was covered entirely in white by the snowball he had unintentionally created with his rolling body. His body began shutting down as the cold seeped through his princely attire. One that he had taken great care in maintaining. One that was entirely sure was now ruined beyond repair.
'Damn you Demon!' Was the last thought that exploded out of his mind behind his consciousness left him within the confines of the freezing prison of snow that finally stopped as it crashed against a particularly strong tree and deposited the unmoving body on the cold wet ground of snow.
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10 AM, July 30th, 1844
North Mountains, Kingdom of Arendelle
He struggled into unconsciousness as he attempted to move his stiff body from its location on the cold wet snow that surrounded him. His eyes opened only to see the blurry sky and the sun shining down on him behind the curtain of snow that still descended as if mocking him with its brightness and luminance. Oh how he hated the sun for mocking him from its position high in the sky. Just like the seemingly impossible tall pedestal that the Demon stood himself on. He turned his attention away from the sun when he heard the sound of shouting and of boots in the snow. He quickly flipped his body over and used what feeble strength he possessed to push himself off the ground. Away from the reminder of his being bested so easily by that damn Demon. He looked up once he heard his name being called and allowed a small tired smile to bloom on his face. His men had found him and soon they could resume his plan to take down the queen and princess. He needed more power before he could take on the Demon again.
His men found him standing there in soaked clothes and shivering uncontrollably from the recent thaw his body had experienced. His men proceeded to check to him for any serious injuries and when they found none, they offered him a warm cloak to put on so as to battle the cold. He graciously accepted and gave them words of praise and gratitude that brought prideful looks upon the men around him. After he was warm enough and had stopped shaking, he inquired them about the happenings that had no doubt transpired while he was unconscious. When they told him that the queen, princess, their bodyguard, and this weird man who rode a reindeer had escaped from the palace after his fall, he was filled with unspeakable rage as he felt the urge to scream at the man for daring to tell him that he had failed in the one job he gave him. But alas that would ruin his reputation as a benevolent prince so he gripped onto his feelings and reigned them in. He hoped none of them saw his rage or they might think him unstable. After all, he had been the one to order no harm come to the queen. So he began formulating a new plan that would work around this recent development and he began chuckling madly in his mind while outwardly he plastered his charming smile and looked to the man in charge of the soldiers. Besides him of course.
"That is alright, we will simply have to track them down again good man. I thank you for updating me on this recent development and when I am king rest assured you will be rewarded." He told him graciously and watched pride and just a touch of greed fill the man's eyes as he bowed towards his prince in respect. However, when the man raised his head once more, his eyes shown with just a miniscule of doubt before he raised the cause for his concern.
"I thank you Prince Hans, however, we do not need to track them down for we have already gathered that they arrived back in Arendelle but was barred entry by the Duke of Weselton who had assumed some form of command. How that came to be I do not yet know but we have it on good intel that the princess is suffering from some form of extreme hypothermia. Some store keeper from a hut not too far from here had said he saw the princess and the man she was with come through there. He said he witnessed the princess subject to extreme shivers and her hair had begun turning white and that her hands had begun to develop frost." The captain answered his unspoken question before asking him for their next move.
After a moment of thought, he came up with his decision and hashed out some details in his plan before giving out orders for the captain to instruct everyone to load up and begin their return to Arendelle. Once they had done so and were on their way back to the kingdom, he once again reminded them that no harm was to come to the queen until she has been tried in court. He also talked with the captain about his worry for his "beloved princess" and how he would be the one to ensure she survived. When he saw approval in the eyes of the captain and the rest of the men, he smirked at how easy it was to fool them into believing the farce that he was in love with their kingdom's princess. Love at first sight? What a joke.
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When Madara suddenly perked up and turned in the direction of the North Mountains, the others also looked up in concern from the measly fire they had crafted in the outskirts of the frozen Arendelle. Elsa was holding onto Anna in a hope to drive back the cold when Madara had stood up from his place at the fire. When he started unsheathing his sword from his back, and ordered Kristoff to prepare an invitation for unwelcome company, Elsa became worried. She had been constantly using her power to drive back the cold from Anna ever since she first became aware of her sister's increase in symptoms that exceeded those of hypothermia. That on top of her reckless decision to build a ginormous castle on the top of the mountain had left her feeling tired and drained of energy. Madara had warned her that though her powers seemed unlimited they most certainly weren't. In her haste to let loose the torrent of emotional turmoil she experienced when she thought she had lost control again, she failed use Madara's teachings to check on her magical reserves and thus had failed to notice when she was running dangerously low. Now the tiredness was seeping into her bones as her body seemed to fight her at every command. When she began struggling to her feet to lend some help to the two men, Madara turned his head to her and slightly shook his head. She turned her head downcast at her own failure and cursed herself for not being more careful with her powers.
A few seconds after she had settled back besides Anna by the fire and held her to herself, they heard the sound of a multitude of hoofs on the ice that signified the arrival of their unwelcome guest. She had a feeling Madara knew who they were even if the others could see nothing but the icy fog that refused to clear up no matter how hard she had tried to lift the curse of winter. When the surrounding sounds once again became silent, she tensed and saw Madara start weaving his hands in a blur before settling on a peculiar formation and breathing in a large breath.
"Futon: Daitoppa!"
A ginormous gust of wind exploded out of his body and their surroundings were cleared for the moment. The sudden and unexpected wind had caused the horses to balk in fear and some of the riders were thrown off or had to get off their horse to escape getting injured. When she saw Hans at the front of the soldiers that had surrounded them, she felt fear settle in her heart as he let out a scream of fury and bolted straight for her. Madara intercepted him but was soon swarmed by a group of soldiers that began trying ot take the man down. His blade sang through the air as he slashed and hacked and parried the soldiers around him. A soldier's sword came down at him in an overhead strike that he quickly side-stepped before performing a flying spin kick that shattered the soldier's helmet and she heard the distinctive crack of his neck as it was no doubt broken. On his way down, he used his blade to pierce another soldier and blood flew from the open helmet as a scream died in their throat. Another soldier thought to attack Madara from the back and attempted to skewer him but the attempt was swiftly dodged and Madara's own blade came down upon him and bisected him in one blow. The others began backing off at the gruesome death suffered by their comrade. At the sight of the two halves of the soldier and the bloody organs that began falling out of the sudden opening as well as the torrent of blood that began squirting out of the corpse, Elsa turned away and vomited to the icy ground. When she heard the two thuds that signified the two halves of the body falling onto the ground she resisted the urge to vomit again and looked back up. When she saw the battle had resumed from the stunned silence of seeing a man be bisected, she turned her attention back to her sister. When she looked to her left and noticed the absence of her sister, she turned frantically in search of Anna before she heard Kristoff yelling for Hans to unhead her off to the side. She turned in the direction of his yell and felt her heart sinking to the bottomless depths of an abyss. Anna's body had begun freezing over and she could already see her struggles beginning to slow as Hans gave the feeble princess over to the soldier next him. Then her heart began to pound in fear as Hans plunged his blade into the axe-wielding Kristoff's arm and kicked him away. Then he turned his attention from the groaning man and began his purposeful stride towards her. Each stomp of his boots on the icy ground pounded into her ears as she began frantically crawling backwards away from the mad prince who had begun smirking cruelly and raised his bloodied sword in preparation to strike her down. When her back hit a large rock that had poked through the ice, she felt her panic set in completely. With nowhere to run and not enough power to stop his advance, she frantically raised her hand and tried firing off icicles at Hans but her power only summoned forth a tiny icicle that was knocked aside almost mockingly by her assailant. He was now only a few steps from her and she could see the glee in his eyes at the thought of killing her. She closed her eyes when Hans declared that he had enough of this game of cat and mouse and heard his sword cleaving through the air. She let loose a pitiful sob as she felt the crushing weight of defeat and failure drag her down. Her will to fight drained and her powers at near empty, she resolved herself to the incoming blow that will no doubt kill her fragile body.