Her mind was racing, heart hammering in her chest beneath the ice armour that covered much of her body (she hoped it would be impenetrable, but against the power of something of this size, she knew better). She tried to put on a glare to meet the heavy gaze that bore down back down at her, yet every nerve was telling her to run. Run as fast as she could! Run as far away as she could.

"Audacious, you are, Elsa," came the ubiquitous voice of her foe, feeling it vibrate the air, the ground, even her very body as it rolled across the island, coming from above, yet feeling like from everywhere at once.

It snapped her back to her senses. Her face hardened, teeth gritted together, eyes almost glowing as ice and snow swirled between her fingertips and up her arms. She let out something like a snarl, something feral, even animal-like. To any observer who would happen to witness such an event – if they were foolish or devoid of all senses – it looked as though two gods were about to clash head on. For Elsa, the Snow Queen, size in this fight meant nothing, only the strength and will to carry out her one goal or die trying.

"I'm gonna kill you!" she breathed icily.

"And yet your obstinance remains!" Cthulhu spoke again, his eyes glowing a shade darker. "Blinded by vengeance. You cannot hope to defeat me."

A spear of ice formed in her hand, it's tip sharper than any spear or arrow Arendelle had ever crafted. "Even the likes of you can fall. Godzilla did it, and I'm going to make sure you do too."

A low growl, a dip of the head as in silent resignation. His hand, big enough to smush the Arendelle castle courtyard (and maybe even more) under it, clenched into a huge fist. The other followed suit as he stepped out of what had been his mountain lair, shaking the earth (Elsa made a mental note that she would not be surprised if he really was capable of such a literal feat). She craned her neck until it was literally resting on her shoulders as she held his gaze, instinctively retreating as the living mountain advanced slowly, but menacingly towards her.

"Come then, Snow Queen," he growled, raising his left fist into the air. "You shall have your resolution."

Elsa threw her hand out and the shard of ice shot towards Cthulhu, growing in size from being the length of a man to almost the size of a ship mast. With a sickening thud, it impacted his shoulder and he grunted loudly. For a moment, Elsa's hopes were raised. He was bigger, but he could still be hurt.

Cthulhu swung his fist down at the tiny human at his feet. Elsa yelped and, propelling herself with wind, flew backwards tens of metres. Not a second too soon as the fist collided with the ground, shattering it and sending chunks in all directions. Landing at the edge of a clearing, she collected herself. Okay, this is going to be harder than I thought.

A shadow fell over her and, looking up, she yelped again as she saw Cthulhu with his foot raised over her area of the jungle, blocking out the sunlight like an eclipse. She propelled herself out of the way again, conjuring up several pointed spikes of ice out of the ground, each one the height of a tower one could find on the walls around the Arendelle castle. His enormous foot, however, smushed them along with the surrounding vegetation into paste. The force of the impact knocked Elsa out of the air to the ground. Her armour absorbed most of the impact, but pain still flared up her body. As she sat up, Cthulhu lifted his foot and brushed the tips of what had been the spears from his sole, not a single wound or cut visible.

"Try as you might, Snow Queen, you are powerless." He lowered his foot and advanced towards Elsa, who retreated as fast as she could, her face a look of panic.

The enormous, nightmarish creature stopped in front of the human queen, who had stopped and gotten to her feet in another clearing. He knelt down, rumbling the ground once again and leaned forward, taking up much of her peripheral vision above her.

"You have struck, now it is my turn."

The forest exploded as a finger that would have rivalled the Arendelle clock tower in height and thickness slammed into her. Elsa, along with several trees, was thrown backwards, bouncing off and shattering the branches and trunks of many other trees within the foliage. She came to a halt when she slammed into a tree with a crack. A bright light and stars blinded her momentarily and the smell of iron filled her nostrils as something warm ran down her head. As she came to, she tried to grab loosely at her hair – her braid having come undone – and saw it covered with red.

B-blood!

The ground rumbled, bringing her back to attention. He's coming! She pulled herself up, though her back felt like it had been hit by a hammer. A huge, clawed hand bulldozed the trees one hundred feet ahead of her aside to reveal Cthulhu's glaring face. His other fist was raised high above him again.

Elsa threw out her arms and a wave of ice materialized, shooting directly towards the gigantic creature, but his reactions were quicker than she anticipated as he swept it aside with his fisted hand, scattering the shattered remains through the jungle. She fired again, this time hitting her target. Ice collided with his head and covered his eye and cheek, and he withdrew with a roar of surprise. Seeing her chance, she ran deeper into the jungle, discarding the cracked armour around her legs.

The ground leapt and she did too, almost high enough to grab one of the tree branches some twenty feet above. She cushioned her landing with snow and ran on as another loud thump tossed her into the air again, yet she carried on, jumping over fallen logs and through the thick undergrowth. Birds and other animals cried out and scattered as the mountain of fury moved through the jungle. Though Elsa still wanted to fight, she dared not look over her shoulder at the face of what could only be compared to that of the devil himself. Part of her thanked God (if he were still with her that is, she would not be surprised if he himself was also in terror of such a beast) that she had entered a darker part of the jungle and overhead was blocked by the treetops.

"Come out, Elsa!" Cthulhu's voice angrily rang out from somewhere above. "You came to fight. Why do you flee?"

She paused and rested next to a tree, breathing heavily. She had been athletic growing up, and the adrenaline still coursing through her was helping her along, but none of that was exactly helpful in trying to avoid being flattened like a pancake. Her armour, even with the legs now only covered by a thin frosting of ice, was weighing her down, and it was not doing much to protect her against Cthulhu.

She stopped. The ground hasn't moved again.

Her eyes widened in horror, daring not to look up.

"Found you." It came through deep, yet soft. Her heart sank.

The covering some forty metres above was ripped aside, flooding the ground below with daylight. Elsa cried out, blinded and staggered backwards, but it was quickly stopped when she saw the huge hand reaching for her again. She had to think of something fast!

An idea came to her. Looking up at the ever-approaching dark wall of flesh, she threw out her arms again, sending another torrent of thick ice. This time, it latched onto the target and quickly spread across the hand and onto the wrist. Cthulhu roared out again and the arm withdrew out of sight as she felt him stomp away from her location. Elsa ran once more, hoping to put as much distance between them before he came after her again.

I just hope I can find a way to beat him. She said to herself, leaping over a small stream and onto a pile of jungle moss.

Behind her, she heard another thunderous crash fill the air like thunder, meaning he had managed to remove the ice from his body. Panic rose within her once more as she frantically looked about the jungle around her.

Which way to go? Oh, Godzilla, I wish you were here.

Of course, she did, but what good would it do. She had seen him be pummelled into oblivion by the very creature she was fighting now. Maybe she was in over her head. The one that had always come out on top against equally, if not more dangerous odds had bee beaten and killed by Cthulhu, how could she hope to fare any better?

No! She felt anger rising within her again. Ice laced out across the jungle floor and the surrounding foliage. The wind picked up and the sky began to darken. She felt it again, that same electric feeling from before coursing through her veins, increasing in intensity. A beast raging and raring to be unleashed. She would beat him. She would fight Cthulhu, and she would beat him.

The ground shook again. She turned and saw the creature emerging from behind the treetops like a mountain, a low growl emanating from within as he cracked his knuckles on both hands.

"Is that all you have?" he asked her rhetorically.

A set of three gigantic ice spears formed in the air above her, each one as long and thick as the one she had used on him back in the mountain minutes ago. She held them there as she created a small mound of ice and snow beneath her to rise out from the jungle. When she was just above the trees, she paused, aiming each of the spears at her opponent, who had taken a couple of steps back. To some, it looked like a retreat. She knew better.

I'll live up to what I'm here to do. "I'm just getting started, Cthulhu." She replied, her tone icy, devoid of any emotion but anger. She was nothing but determined now.

"Very well, human," the Mu god replied and lunged at Elsa, who simultaneously fired her icy spears at him.

He struck two aside with one swing of his arm, but the third impacted his side. Though it did not breach the skin, the impact was enough to make him grunt painfully and bend forward in response. The Arendelle Queen followed this up with another blast of ice that struck Cthulhu in the face and sent him stumbling to the side. Another blast struck his leg.

I'm doing it! I've got him!

The living mountain turned back to her and delivered a sharp kick that shattered her ice hill and sent the Snow Queen flying. Elsa instincts kicked in and she created another ice platform. She landed heavily and slid down feet first to the bottom, crashing onto a sea of snow she had also conjured up. As she picked herself up (a quick glance at her surroundings showed her she was in what was now a flattened part of the jungle, courtesy of the earlier clash between Godzilla and Cthulhu), her enemy's ambled towards her. A noticeable limp on his right leg, yet the fury and drive to bring down this human were palpable.

Elsa raised her arms and began to think of a boulder, a big one made entirely of ice. It materialized out of thin air a hundred feet above and quickly grew in size, surpassing the height between it and its owner in moments. When it was about one third the size of her behemoth opponent, she threw it at him with all her might. Unsurprisingly, he knocked it aside, along with a second she tossed in quick succession, and stomped into the wasteland, flattening scores of trees at the edge as he went.

Elsa backed away, mind racing. God, nothing can stop him. Unless …

It was a long shot, but right now anything was worth a try. Arms out with the palms facing Cthulhu, ice shot out and formed a circle on the ground around Cthulhu, who halted in his tracks, bemused by the little queen's spectacle as more of it covered the ground within the circle and under his feet. Large ice chains big enough for a creature of his size shot up from the icy surface and wrapped themselves around his legs.

Cthulhu roared and knocked at the chain around his left leg, but only managed to break off a small section of it. In response, Elsa made another appear and wrap themselves several times around his arms around his arms, then connect themselves to the ground, trapping him in place. Cthulhu roared and tried to break free, but Elsa, though struggling, moved her hands in a downward J motion and he was forced to the ground.

I've got you now, you murderer! She grinned murderously, her eyes aflame with both the satisfaction of having trapped her enemy, and the desire to finish him off. Your time is up!

Her will would be done. She would be victorious, and Godzilla avenged.

Cthulhu tried to push his massive bulk up from the ground but was countered. He growled in frustration, looking over the approaching form of Elsa. Though she was like an ant to him, her blue icy armour and scarlet covered blonde hair were only beaten in noticeability by the killer look in her practically glowing blue eyes. She looked like some kind of deity from above itself to exact punishment on a sinner. She withdrew her hands from their raised position and began to form another, much larger and thicker spear of ice in the air just metres above her, its pointed tip aiming right between his eyes.

So, she really had the desire to finish him completely. Well, he was not going to let that happen, nor was he going to hold back.

Hands placed firmly on the ground, cracking the icy surface beneath him, the gigantic creature pushed himself up as hard as he could go. This time, he tore loose the chains around his left arm and flung it away. Elsa, startled, fired the ice spear at Cthulhu's head. However, he moved his head aside when it was close enough and it struck the chain that had wrapped itself around his legs and left side, breaking them too and Cthulhu kicked his lower half free.

Elsa backed away, her confidence almost zero as Cthulhu stood up to his full height. Panic once again returned to her as he pulled the other chain around his arm free, then flung it away with his other hand.

"On the contrary, Snow Queen," he spoke to her as cracked his neck and fists audibly. "I am the one who is getting started."

Elsa swallowed, sweat beading down her forehead. Oh shit.

Another rumble shook the cavern and some loose dust fell from above. Then another. Olaf looked up concerned, then back at the Little Mothra, who sat on the floor of the nest next to the immense pile of webbing that surrounded the smaller, still unhatched egg. The creature made a noise akin to a worried cry a dog would make when unsettled as it gazed up at the ceiling, then at Olaf.

"Awww, don't worry, Little Mothra," Olaf said, rushing over on his little snowman legs to calm the creature and giving it a gentle scratch on the head. "We'll be safe here, promise you."

The smaller version of Mothra rubbed itself against the tiny snowman, seemingly calmed by his words. Olaf giggled as he looked over at the egg once again, hoping that it would crack open and another cute, little, big and gigantically hairy insectoid creature would come out and have fun with them. All day he had been wondering the names to give it when it would happen – it was all he could do seeing as he had been told to stay here and, as Kristoff put it earlier, "Guard the babies for Mothra" whilst the others had to deal with Godzilla and …

Thinking of the others saddened for a moment. He had not seen but had heard what happened to Godzilla after the fight with Cthulhu and what the latter had done to the former. As far as Olaf was concerned, Godzilla was a hero. Why did Cthulhu have to do such a horrible thing to him. He had saved Arendelle twice, and possibly even the whole world too. They had come here to look for him, and yet all he got was a beating that ended up killing him.

And then there was Elsa. She had been devastated at what happened; Olaf could even remember the look on her face when they had gone to take Godzilla's body out to sea. It was like she was in a trance, eyes nearly at the point where one would call them 'widened', but not quite so. Her mouth open a little, arms hanging by her side, completely unregistering that Anna was standing right next to her, clasping her elder sibling's hand in hers. The Arendelle princess tried to talk to her sister a few times as Mothra laid silk across Godzilla's fallen form, but the Arendelle queen was lost in her own thoughts, trapped in a bubble to which the rest of the world was but a blur.

The 'Thousand-yard stare' Olaf thought to himself, recalling it from a book he read once in the castle library.

And where were the others? He had been here for the last few hours and they didn't come back when they said they would. All sorts of horrible scenarios kept running through his head as he looked back in the direction of the entrance (the cavern shook again as he did). Had something bad happened? Had Cthulhu done something to them too? Or maybe Belvera? Or something else? Maybe another titan? Should he go look for them?

Nah! I can't leave the baby here, or the egg for that matter. He told himself, turning back to give Baby Mothra another scratch on the head between the eyes. What would Mothra say?

"Olaf?"

Turning to the source of the voice, he saw a woman enter the cave, one with purple hair and dressed in her familiar dark clothing, though it was slightly torn. She speared a little out of breath as if she had run all the way here. He gasped and backed away into Little Mothra, who looked at him and then at the purple-haired woman approaching them, her leg still carrying that slight limp; the moth curious at the sudden display of fear by the little snowman at the newcomer.

"B-Belvera!" the snowman gasped, standing back up after composing himself. "How dare you come here!" He looked at the egg and the gigantic juvenile moth reassuringly. "Don't worry, guys, I'll protect you." He said, extending his stick arms as far as he could.

Belvera paused, eyebrow raised quizzically at the scene before her. A tiny snowman of less than a few feet wanting to protect a gigantic egg and the hatched offspring of Mosura was … well, it was a surprise. Part of her admired him for his bravery, but another wanted to scold him for being so foolish. How could he hope to keep them safe when he had no powers to do so.

The cavern rumbled again and all eyes turned instinctively up to the ceiling, momentarily paralyzed by the notion it could cave in an bury them. Olaf gave another reassuring scratch to Little Mothra. I'll get you out if it collapses, don't worry.

"Olaf, we need to get them out of here," Belvera spoke to him, walking over to them.

"Wait, huh?" Olaf replied, startled to ever hear someone as … diabolical as her say something like that. "Y-you want them out of this cave?"

"Yes!" Belvera reached them, her tone more urgent as the sound of a loud CRASH came from the direction of outside. Somewhat distant but louder than before. "It's dangerous. There's a fight going on outside."

Olaf made a long 'oooh' of realisation then turned to the moth. "Do you trust her?" he asked it not so conspicuously (he did not see Belvera's huff and the roll of her eyes behind him).

"Olaf, this is no time to waste!" the purple-haired woman insisted, drawing the snowman's attention again. "We have to go now!"

"Well, how do we know you're not going to take the egg and Baby Mothra here for your own nefarious ends?" he pressed (he had learned the new word in a book he had read). "I mean, Elsa, Anna, Kristoff and Sven don't trust you for a reason."

Thanks for the reminder Belvera internally groaned.

"And I think Mothra would be very unhappy with you of you tried to take her two babies again." Olaf continued.

She stopped the little snowman. "Olaf, listen." She said and took a deep breath. "Look, I know I've done bad things but I've come here to make amends. And right now, I need your help to do that, or both of Mosura's spawn will die."

Olaf gasped, flabbergasted that something or someone could try and hurt Baby Mothra and the unhatched little one. "Who would do such a thing?!"

As if to answer, the cavern shook again and this time a few parts of the ceiling broke away and crashed to the ground about twenty feet away.

"That," Belvera said and she quickly explained to him who was fighting who outside the mountain nest.

"So, Elsa and Cthulhu are fighting?" he asked, just to ensure he understood everything. Belvera nodded. "We should get these guys out of here." He told her, referring to the egg and Baby Mothra.

The Mu woman nodded and looked up at the egg. "Question is, how do we get the egg free from the silk?" she asked herself.

Olaf 'hmmed' for a moment, deep in thought. They could try to pull it out themselves. No, wait. They might get stuck in the silk; it was very sticky after all. Maybe use water? Possibly, but it would still take a lot of time, and with a fight going on outside they might not have that long. What if they asked Elsa to come free it? Surely, she would be able to.

Or …

He looked at Baby Mothra. "I think I have an idea." He said aloud.

Elsa grunted as she fired hundreds of small ice spears (these about the size of her own body) at Cthulhu, who she had managed to trap by his leg in another thick block of ice. The Mu god, however, simply shielded himself with his wings. The miniature shards bounced off or impacted harmlessly on the skin. Quite literally nothing more than a pinprick to him. He unfolded his wings and gave a sharp jerk with his leg, ripping it free from the ice. Before the Snow Queen would do anything else to stop him, he raised his fist high and slammed it into the ground with all his might, sending cracks and ripples wide enough to swallow a house across the new wasteland. Elsa was thrown backwards by this move, though her conjuring up of another layer of snow softened her landing.

"You have fought well, Elsa," Cthulhu spoke as the queen picked herself up, her armour across the chest and arms cracked from having been hit by a huge piece of rock that she had only managed to soften by creating a wall of ice to slow it down. "I truly see how much your rage drives you."

She glared back up at him, unintimidated by the living mountain before her. "And I'll fight on if I have to." She said, breathing heavily, though she wondered if that was more out of exhaustion than anger.

Cthulhu sighed heavily. "Elsa, let us face facts," he said, rising his arms and slapping them against his sides. "You cannot hope to defeat me, I am too powerful for a mere mortal like you." He added matter-of-factly. "Look at yourself, you are putting your own body through too much."

She gritted her teeth, clenching her hands into fists. She wanted to attack him, to prove him wrong, to rip him limb-from-limb. He was just toying with her, just trying to demoralise her. She would beat him.

Yet, a momentary glance at herself made her realise he was not wrong about her condition. Her blonde hair was dirty and covered in blood (the wound had so far closed, so it had not bled any further); the legs of her clothes were torn and covered with bruises and cuts. Her arms, too, ached beneath the ice armour and she was sure her ribs were cracked, along with her back too. Even her pretty face had a cut along the cheek down to the neck. And as the second passed, she felt fatigue creeping more into her; she felt like she was going to pass out.

And him? He had barely a scratch on him. This was unlike anything that had happened with Battra or the Kraken, or even Megaguirus. They had been struck by her ice and been injured, sometimes minorly, others enough to stun them or really hurt them. Yet, here Cthulhu stood as tall as the sky, ready to absorb whatever it was she was going to throw at him next. Ice spears, gigantic snow or ice balls, chains, ice on the ground. None of it would work. He really was too powerful, too god-like.

N-no! she forced herself to remain standing as she looked back at him defiantly. I can't give up. Not yet!

She ignored the pain in her legs as she took a few steps towards the Mu god, swirling ice between her fingers once again. Her eyes were aflame once more, determined to see this through to the end, whatever it would be.

"I'm not done yet," she breathed through gritted teeth, her tone normal but laced with venom. "I'm not done until you're beaten."

A disapproving shake of the head was his reply. "And yet, you still persist, so foolishly." He said in a tone that matched the movement his head had made a moment earlier.

"Look around you, Elsa!" he gestured at the destroyed jungle stretching for hundreds of metres around them. "Do you wish to feel this pain that I inflicted upon him? You only survive now because I withhold my true strength."

A pause to let his words sink in, hoping realisation would hit and she would submit. "Give up now. You cannot hope to defeat me. None can."

She did not back down. Her expression, dark and firm, ready to hurt, to kill, remained. As for herself, hurt or not, she was not going to give up.

"I'm not going to give up, Cthulhu." She said vehemently. "And even if you kill me, you know I won't be the last you face."

He actually scoffed, it sounded like thunder rumbling from above. "Others will come, shall they?" he asked rhetorically. "And who shall dare to stand against me?! Who can even hope to?" he pressed, interested to hear what the little human queen had to say for herself.

"There'll always be those who stand against the one who think they're immortal." Elsa said. "You may think you're a god, but you're still mortal like me."

A pause, the air heavy with tension. She waited for his reaction; she had struck a nerve with him earlier. She could do it again. She was ready. He would throw something at her or charge at her and try to crush her. It mattered little, she was ready.

He raised his foot and brought it down hard as if he were trying to break the island in two. Another wave of cracks and ripples sent Elsa flying back onto the pile of snow, this time hitting the side of her head. She saw stars again and another bit of blood trickled out onto the shoulder of her armour. She sat up, wiping it clear despite the ringing pain in her head.

"And who shall these people be?" he asked almost snidely. "Another titan? A ridiculous thought." A pause.

"Or shall it be your kingdom? Perhaps even your own sister?" he suggested.

Elsa froze upon hearing those last three words. Anna.

She looked up at Cthulhu, her expression changed from defiance to palpable anxiety. "Oh yes, now I see. Your little sister will come to stop me? She has all but disowned you because of your ignorance."

The Arendelle queen looked away, hot tears stinging her eyes, some ran down her cheeks. Her thoughts drifted back to the argument they had earlier. It felt like ages past since it had happened. Where would her sister be now? Perhaps on her way back to Arendelle. She would tell them what had happened, or maybe obfuscate a little, keeping the real tragedy to herself. Would she miss her elder sibling? Or would she think of her as nothing more than a bad memory? Just something to loathe and despise and shut out forever?

Maybe that was what she, Elsa, the Snow Queen, heartless and selfish, deserved. In life and in death.

"But if she were to try and stand against me, against the balance of the world, then I would be forced to take action." Cthulhu spoke, face turned downward, his tone somewhat resigned as if he were a man having to admit to himself what necessary, yet painful task to carry out should the inevitable come. "As much as she is just a mere human, no risks can be taken. Not even by her." He turned back to Elsa. "And especially not by y-"

He was cut off when he saw the Snow Queen rise to her feet. She discarded the armour from her chest and arms, now only in her clothes, torn, tattered and dirtied they were. Her face was now a snarl, her teeth gritted so tightly together they looked as if they were about to crack. Her hands clenched into fists. Ice ran out from her feet across the ground, covering all in mere seconds, even shattering some already fractured or cracked rocks and boulders or fallen vegetation. The wind, freezing cold, picked up, blowing her hair outwards but she paid it no heed. Her eyes glowed an evocative bright, almost pure white colour as the sky began to darken. That electric feeling, now more powerful than ever, coursed through her. She could feel it right from her fingertips all the way to her brain and down to her toes.

Her eyes locked with Cthulhu, who backed away a pace, a look of concern flashing across his face for the briefest of moments.

A beast had been unlatched, ready to be unleashed. A storm that had swirled inside ready to rage, to consume all before it in a cacophony of snow and ice and unrestrained fury.

You won't hurt them. Elsa said without moving her lips, hoping just by expression he would understand the red line he had crossed. You won't hurt her!

A cloud of dust and smoke enveloped Elsa in a thick fog and the Mu god withdrew a moment, though his eyes never left the cloud that had grown to be almost the same size as him and was covering more of the newly formed wasteland. A pale blue light flickered in the fog, then deepened in colour as it he heard something big move within it. The outline of a shape began to take form. He cocked his head a little, perturbed at what exactly he was seeing.

What was she doing?

A sharp gust of wind dissipated the fog. He half-turned and shielded his head with his arm for a moment as the wind died down. He turned back to face the queen and was lost for words at what he saw.

Before him stood a dragon, two hundred feet in length with snow white skin; a few areas, such as the underbelly and the back of the legs being a dark blue icy colour. The main body was smooth and there were two large white wings protruding from the back. The tail was long, almost the length of Cthulhu's own size, with a row of spikes going along it, reminiscent of Godzilla. Four muscled legs held the creature up, each having five fingered claws on the end. The head was long and sharp with a long snout, two icy blue eyes that seemed to glow with a fiery touch to them like blue fire, two slits for nostrils and two horns sticking out of the top of its head. A row of small spines ran from the bottom of the neck and down the body through the gap between a pair of wings to the tail where the spines ended.

The creature's eyes glared at him, a deep growl radiating in its throat as it spread its front legs and bent low, teeth baring, eyes aflame with that desire. Her desire to rip him apart.

Cthulhu readied himself, bending his arms at the elbows, standing with one foot towards the dragon and the other at a slight angle, posture slightly forward, fists clenched.

Round two he thought to himself as Elsa's dragon form lunged.