CRASH! A wave of debris was tossed in the air like a bomb exploding underground as Godzilla pinned and drove Cthulhu into the ground. A small hill disappeared as the cephalopod was smashed through it, tossing the few trees across its surface in all directions. A clawed hand grabbed his head, one sharp finger cutting deep into the skull just above the eye, and lifted him up, then slammed his head into the earth again. His skull felt like it was ringing as if he had been hit with a giant sledgehammer. He had to get Godzilla off him.

As Godzilla brought up Cthulhu's head for another slam, he grabbed his opponent's hand around the wrist and did a sort of twist while rolling onto his back. A loud crack rang out and Godzilla cried out in pain as he was sent flying over Cthulhu into the remains of the hill Cthulhu had been forced into moments before. Getting up, Cthulhu shook dirt off his body and glared down at Godzilla. Despite the vision blocked in one eye, it was not hard to tell he was furious, dead set as he reached out and grabbed Godzilla by the back of the head.

Enough is enough!

Godzilla groaned, shaking his head free of dirt, as he tried to lift himself up. While he did not want to show it, he was flabbergasted at how Cthulhu was still going on. Weakened and badly beaten, yes, but still able to fight. Even with destroyed wings, an eye that was (in one way or another) out of use, and a burnt and wounded body and face, he was still hellbent on fighting. Godzilla felt his strength slipping away, he had to defeat Cthulhu! If not, then he was a goner! And if he failed, and the consequence of that was almost certainly going to be death, then …

Something hard grabbed him around the back of the dead and slammed him further into the ground, then dragged him through the earth, creating a deep trench many metres deep and wide. Cthulhu pulled him up and gave him a sharp jab to the face that he was sure almost knocked a tooth loose. Another punch to his chest and he felt pain flare up through one of the many large scars that ran across his body. Another hand grabbed the other side of his head whilst the one clasping the back of his head gripped the other side of his head tightly, squeezing hard.

"Die!" Cthulhu breathed in a deadly whisper.

He drew his head back and slammed it into Godzilla's, then threw him onto the ground with a THUD. His opponent did not move nor utter a simple sound in reply as his body lay still, sprawled out across what had been a now ripped up part of jungle.

Cthulhu heaved a sigh, wiping his head clean of a wound with the back of his hand. While he was sure that Godzilla was not dead – his hide was more than enough to protect him from that – he felt relieved that his hated enemy was down and out for the count for the time being. He would deal with him soon, and make sure that this time it would be permanent.

Turning back to the mountain that was Mothra's nest, he began to trudge in that direction. One more set of issues must be dealt with first.

"Okay, Little One, try to fly now,"

It was easier said than done. Baby Mothra stretched its wings and, standing high just above the egg that was now attached to its underbelly with silk. Moll, Lora, Belvera and the Arendelle group were standing around the sides, watching the child version of Mothra open its wings and, with one small flap, began to lift itself off the ground. Another flap, and dust was kicked up, forcing the onlookers to turn away, as the small moth was almost the height of what had been the ceiling of the nest.

"She's doing it!" Moll exclaimed excitedly, relieved that the spawn of Mothra had a chance to get away.

"Thank God," Anna commented, turning to look at her elder sibling, who had her arm draped around Anna's shoulder. "Now we can get you out of here,"

Elsa nodded, wincing a little in pain. While the ice she had put on her stomach had stopped the bleeding, and the pain in her legs had mostly gone due to her ice powers, her eye was still mostly swollen, as was part of her face. Her chest still hurt, probably a broken rib or two, and the wound across her forehead, while no longer bleeding, still looked bad.

A part of her wanted to leave, to get out of here with her family and friends (even with someone like Belvera), and to get some medical attention. The fight with Cthulhu had taken it out of her, and she was thankful to God that she had not been smashed to a pulp, or crushed, or fallen victim to any other ghastly and horrific scenario that could – and probably should – have befallen her. Whilst far from unscathed, she was very lucky it was not much worse.

Yet, another part of her knew that to go now would be leaving Godzilla behind at the hands of this seemingly unstoppable foe. Cthulhu had proven to be more than a match; it had taken both of them to get some kind of advantage over the gigantic bipedal cephalopod, and even then, they had only just barely managed to survive and inflict some kind of damage on the creature. She wanted to stay and try to fight him, to stop Cthulhu.

No! Anna would never forgive me!

That was the last thing she wanted to do to the person she would do anything for.

"Uh guys?!" Kristoff spoke up worryingly. Everyone turned to look at him. "Look!" he said, pointing in the direction of where the two behemoths had been fighting, looking completely terrified.

Coming towards them was the towering form of Cthulhu. Even though he was stumbling a little and had to practically shift his body from one side to the other with every second or third step – no doubt the result of Elsa's lightning attack on him earlier – and had a badly wounded face, he still looked as intimidating and terrifying as ever. Even with his swollen shut eye and missing tentacles, he held an expression that looked as though it rivalled the Devil, or even God himself. Even the past experiences with the Kraken, Battra and Megaguirus, even Godzilla when provoked fell short when seeing how Cthulhu was advancing aggressively towards them.

There was little doubt as to what their fate would be when, not if, he reached them.

"We have to leave, now!" Anna cried out.

Baby Mothra let out a squeal that one could easily interpret as one of terror. Anna led Elsa with Kristoff towards the smaller version of Mothra; Moll and Lora and Belvera calling on the creature to lower one of its wings for them. Olaf climbed on top of Sven; the reindeer rushing over to the ground, though he let out a panicked noise as Cthulhu, who had fallen onto his knees, began to crawl towards them, clawing furiously at the ground to pull himself forwards, his furious huffing and puffing filling the air like cannon fire.

Belvera, looking over at the approaching literal mountain of fury, grabbed her two younger siblings and forced them up the wings of Baby Mothra, then stopped to help the others pull Sven up.

Moll rushed over to Baby Mothra's head, rubbing her hand across her skin soothingly to try and calm her, though she was sure the baby could sense her own panic.

She looked up at Mothra, who was fixated on Cthulhu. "Mosura, we must leave!"

The gigantic moth looked down at them, taking in her younger spawn and the egg underneath it. Alongside her own humans, she loved her children, like any good mother would. She would do anything for her, even if …

She knelt down, despite her legs wobbling from exhaustion, and gently nuzzled Baby Mothra's head with her own and rubbed her antennae against Moll and Lora (she had come to join her sister atop the youngling's head).

"Mosura, what are you doing?!" Lora called out in a tone that was both perplexed and worried.

The giant moth stood up, looking at Cthulhu, who was now almost at the space where he had taken down Elsa's powerful lightning goddess form minutes ago, no more than a hundred metres or so from the nest. Then, she looked down at the group once more just as the others had managed to pull Sven onto the baby's back.

One moment of eye-contact with Moll and Lora told was all it took.

"No!" Moll cried out, aghast. "Mosura, please! No!"

The gigantic insect titan stepped past them, using all her strength to keep her upright and moving.

"Mosura! No!"

Her legs flared in pain, body weak with fatigue; her head stooped low as she walked. She felt like she was going to pass out, yet she carried on. This had to be done. For them. For her children.

When she crawled up the pile of rock that had been part of the entrance wall, she tried to stand tall and firm.

Cthulhu came to a halt just mere feet, from their perspectives, from each other.

"Mosura, stand aside!"

The moth let out a high-pitched cry, one final attempt at begging, pleading, any kind of urgency to find some level of mercy within him.

"I will not tell you again,"

His words were deep and clear, his intentions firmly set.

The moth looked back one last time at the group, seeing Moll crying out desperately as she tried to fight off Belvera who was restraining her younger sibling. Lora called out something, but it was all a blur. The Arendelle group looked on wordlessly.

Please, take care of them!

Turning back to Cthulhu, she fired a burst of silk that hit the giant bipedal cephalopod in the face, startling him and he sat up and fell backwards with a roar of surprise. Mothra leapt at him, her sharp legs clasping round his upper torso, using her wings and the air to propel herself around as she avoided large swipes from Cthulhu's powerful left hand whilst his right tried to pry the sticky web-like substance from his face. It was like he was trapped in a giant spider's web; he wanted to get free, he had to! A moment of panic set in him as he felt the smaller god moth bit him on the back of his head.

The human/animal group on Baby Mothra, as well as said baby moth, looked on in amazement. She-she was doing it! Mothra, despite her weakened and deteriorating state, was actually doing it. She was standing up to Cthulhu. To protect them! They watched as she positioned herself with her rear facing towards the front of his head, her stinger out and ready. She almost lost her footing (Moll and Lora's breaths both hitched when she nearly did) but she stayed upright. All the while Cthulhu flailed about and roared in frustration.

"Is she …?" Elsa spoke, her Anna and Kristoff on the ground next to Baby Mothra's wing.

Anna and Kristoff nodded. "She definitely is," the latter answered.

With one quick strike, her stinger embedded itself in Cthulhu's face right into his swollen eye.

It was like the island was roaring in pain and anger as both hands clasped around the site of the wound, shaking and squirming violently. Blood seeped between his fingers, leaving much to the imagination of what his eye might look like now. Mothra struck him again with the stinger, hitting him in the hand, though she leapt off onto a pile of debris nearby as she rolled over onto his hand and knees, facing away from the nest.

"She's doing it!" Belvera said, flabbergasted that one of the 'lesser gods', so to speak, from their culture was daring to stand up to the Father God, and was winning!

Mothra turned back to face Cthulhu, who had managed to rip the silk from his face. Drops of blood fell from his face and his other hand shook from the second wound inflicted by the stinger. Mothra almost fell, close to passing out at having used much of her remaining strength to fight him. Yet, her drive to protect her offspring and the others kept her going. She could not give up.

She readied herself for one last attack.

Cthulhu was waiting.

A large black hand seized her, wrapping itself around her neck and midsection – it was that huge. She squealed and struggled, but against the literal god-like strength of a being many times her size, it was like a mouse trying to free itself from the jaws of a ferocious cat.

Standing up, Cthulhu held Mothra before him, her terrified expression faced with his stone cold look a god would give when about to deliver judgement upon a sinner. Adding in the fact that one eye was a bloodied mess, and he was as terrifying as ever.

"You disobeyed me, Mothra."

The moth struggled against his vice-like strength, but it was fruitless, pointless, worthless.

"And for that you will die."

He slammed the moth into the ground, making her scream out in pain. His other hand grabbed her two back legs and, with one swift motion, tore them from her body. Mothra cried out, squealing, crying, begging for mercy. Please don't hurt me! There had to be some element of mercy, or even regret within him.

There was none. Now he was set on ridding the world of any and all danger, by any means necessary.

He held her up and tore her antennae from her head, spraying matter and blood everywhere.

Moll and Lora cried out in terror. They wanted to run over there, to beg the Father, to plead with him. Even offer themselves in place of Mosura. Anything for him to spare her. How could he do this! He was one of their gods; she had defended and saved their people and others many times in the past. She was a restorer of life and the patron of birth and all the beauty that came with it. How could he do this.

Belvera and the others, while not as emotional, were no less horrified as they watched on helplessly as Cthulhu struck Mothra so hard that they thought he was going to send her head flying. She, this time weakly, cried out again, a final attempt at begging for his forgiveness.

He had none to give.

Holding her before him, he wrapped one hand around her head and the other around her body.

Mothra looked back at the nest, right into the eyes of the Mu sisters, the Arendelle royal family, the reindeer, the living snowman. Her young offspring and the unhatched egg, wondering, thinking only of them and the joyous times they had spent together, of all the happy things that she had managed to fulfil in protecting her people and her home from evil and destruction.

Those were her last thoughts as Cthulhu, with seemingly no effort, broke her neck and crushed her skull, then idly tossed her aside onto Godzilla's form nearby, the distant cries of the Mu twins ringing in his ears.

He turned to look at them.

"One more to go."