A blur. That was really all that could be used to describe the last few moments, a blur, at least to Elsa and Anna. Behind them, though, it was like a torrent, a whirlwind of emotions for Moll and Lora. They had gone from shock to denial to begging, screaming incessantly as the gigantic moth had thrown herself at Cthulhu. For a brief moment, their terror had been replaced by brief elation, a momentary spark of hope that Cthulhu could be beaten, or at least subdued while they made their getaway.

Then, like a false dream snatched away by reality, it was all dashed as the gigantic Father God had almost torn her apart, ending her life and tossing her aside. It was like a complete U-turn on the tale of David and Goliath; the lesser, yet brave and defiant hero struck down so easily by the strength and size of the larger, hulking form of his enemy. Moll and Lora, even Belvera, could only cry out in horror at the death of the moth titan, the two twin siblings sobbing in each other's arms.

Even the Arendelle group, while shocked, struggled to hold back tears or sobs at what they had witnessed.

Cthulhu turned back to them, his one good eye glaring dangerously at them. One look at the gigantic behemoth told them that he was far from done, and that they were next.

"We need to leave!" Kristoff said anxiously, grabbing Anna and Elsa by their arms as Cthulhu began to lumber towards them; his limping form, while slowing him down, no less menacing as he moved towards them.

Anna ran with Kristoff up the wing; Elsa following close behind with Anna holding onto her arm. Olaf called out for them to hurry as he glanced up at Cthulhu, who knocked a small pile of mountain debris out of the way, and began to stomp through the destroyed jungle section just beyond the area of what had been the nest. Baby Mothra began to squeal nervously, prompting the Mu twins to soothe her whilst Belvera rushed over and grabbed Kristoff by the arm.

Anna looked back, her face quickly contorting into a look of terror. "C'mon, hurry!"

Elsa looked back and, despite her injured state, felt like she wanted to propel herself and everyone as far from the island as possible. Cthulhu, his towering form close to the point where she had to start to crane her neck to look up at him, was almost there. Though he stumbled at one point and fell onto his knees (the nest rumbled at this) his growl of frustration and determination that followed was enough to send chills down even her spine. Elsa looked back up at the others on the back of Baby Mothra, then back at Cthulhu, as he began to pick himself up and advance.

"Elsa?!" She looked back up the wing to see Anna and Kristoff standing above, looking down at her.

"Elsa, let's go, c'mon!" Kristoff called out, momentarily looking up at the tower of fury almost upon them.

The Arendelle Queen looked up at him, then met her sister's worried/confused gaze. Anna looked back at her elder sibling, a host of questions and emotion swirling in her head. What is she doing? Why is she just standing there? There's a damn giant creature coming for us!

Baby Mothra took a few tentative steps in the direction away from Cthulhu (everyone on her back were knocked off her feet when this happened) as he reached what had previously been the area of jungle just a hundred metres from the nest and was closing fast. Anna, sitting up, looked over at her sister, who was picking herself up on the ground. She saw Elsa look up at Cthulhu, then back to her copper-haired younger sibling and Kristoff, who had pulled up alongside Anna and was looking down at the Arendelle monarch with an exasperated expression.

Their eyes met. One look said it all.

Anna shook her head in disbelief, her heart pounding away. No! No!

I promised I'd do anything for you, Anna!

Elsa turned to Kristoff! "Kristoff, take care of my sister."

"No!" Anna cried out, going to jump up, but Kristoff and Olaf grabbed her and held her back.

Elsa turned away, looking back up at Cthulhu, ice and snow swirling through her fingers, prepared to meet the coming force head on.

"NO!" Anna was screaming, wrestling furiously against Kristoff, Olaf and Belvera, who had rushed over to hold back the Arendelle princess.

Baby Mothra flapped her wings and they were airborne in less than a moment. Anna cried out, tears falling, voice cracking as she saw her sister's form diminish as they ascended.

"ELSA! ELSA!"

Elsa looked back up, wearing a pained, but resigned expression.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," she muttered, hoping her words would carry on the wind, the sound of her sister's cries fading above. "I love you so much."

She turned back to Cthulhu, the gigantic bipedal creature almost upon her, casting the nest and the area around them in shadow, his gaze fixed firmly on the Baby Mothra, one arm reached out to grab it.

Elsa threw her hands forward and sent a wave of pointed ice shards, each the size of a house, at Cthulhu's legs. The effect was instantaneous as they slammed into and ripped through his skin and the behemoth fell with a roar as he crashed to the ground, levelling what had been the remains of the nest under his sheer bulk. Elsa, not wanting to waste any time, fired a spray of ice at his head, hitting him in the side and making him issue another roar of pain. Cthulhu clawed the ice off and snapped his head in her direction.

Oh shit!

Elsa turned and, using her wind, propelled herself out of the nest area to the destroyed jungle. She ran, ignoring the pain that flared up and down her legs, like they were going to snap at any moment.

"ELSA!"

Ubiquitous and spine-chilling, quite literally the call of a furious and vengeful god, yet she dared not look back. She propelled herself forward, missing a huge chunk of rock that slammed into the ground and missed her by metres. The earth sounded like it was being ripped up and torn apart, but she kept on going.

I have to lead him away! So they can get away!

Something crashed down behind her, close enough to send her jumping into the air. Elsa panicked, sending a flurry behind her. She ran on and on. Over logs and fallen trees, slid down into a large trench and conjured ice beneath her feet and slid across it as if she were on an ice-skating rink. A huge black and bleeding hand ripped up the trench, but she carried on, hoping for somewhere, anywhere to lead Cthulhu.

But where?!

"NO!" Anna screamed out, her voice almost hoarse.

She wanted to jump off, to run and get her sister, to stop Cthulhu, anything!

"Anna, stop!" Kristoff cried out, holding her back.

She rounded on him. "We have to go back! We have to help her!"

"It's too late!" Belvera, who was watching nearby, said.

Anna wanted to throw herself at her, scream at her. Elsa wasn't alone, they could go back! They could get her and fly away! The moth was fast! How dare you try and leave her to die, you stupid-stupid-

But deep down she knew they would be pointless. Godzilla, nor Mothra had not been able to beat him; why would they stand a chance? They would be squashed flat.

All the princess could do was watch on helplessly with the others as they saw Cthulhu's enormous lumbering form crawling his way furiously across the island, tearing up any and everything in his path, knowing that somewhere in the remains of the jungle, her sister was running for her life.

And there was nothing she could do about it.

Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!

Elsa propelled herself over a hole and then under a partially fallen tree, both of which were covered by Cthulhu's closed fist just moments later. She ran faster, praying, hoping to get away from him, but he was fast approaching. For a creature of his size, and injured and crawling at that, he was still fast. How she had not been squashed or grabbed yet was beyond her.

The ground erupted behind her as he clawed at it, tossing dirt and debris through the air and making Elsa scream in terror. A mountain was approaching; she recognised it as the one Godzilla had been in before Cthulhu had almost beaten him to death.

He can't get me there!

A crazy belief if there was one. She knew he could still get her, it was not a fairytale! She could only imagine what he would do to her miniscule form if one of his enormous hands managed to grab hold of her. Would he squeeze the life of her? Or toss her into the ground so she was crushed into a bloody pulp? Or worse … would he … eat her?

Those thoughts rushed through her head as the ground beneath her feet was pulverized and she was sent flying. Elsa cried out, turning her body to face Cthulhu, who still loomed over her, intimidating as ever, and fired another flurry of ice at him, but he swatted it aside. She landed on her back and scrambled to her feet, desperate to get away, but the Mu God was not waiting.

He smashed his fist into the ground and tossed the area of ground with Elsa on it through the air. It was so fast, she barely had time to conjure ice, barely even to scream.

She landed hard against the mountain side, feeling her leg crack and she screamed as pain flared up through her. She tried to move it, but it felt like he was twisting her leg off right out of its socket.

Broken.

At the back of her head, she felt and smelt blood run down her neck. Her vision blurred and she felt concussed.

Another ubiquitous, spine-chilling growl filled the air, a shadow darkening the mountain as he crawled until he was overhead, glaring down at her with his yellow eyes, his hands curled into fists placed fifty feet to her left and right. Elsa shrank down, praying that she could somehow go through the mountain, feeling like she was going to wet herself as this literal god looked like he was about to smite her.

Oh God.

Helpless. That was how Elsa felt right now, despite her powers, despite her strength, despite having stood and fought against him for so long, it had not been enough.

She was helpless, and now at his mercy.