Frozen: The Black Dread
(I do not own the rights to Game of Thrones/House of the Dragons and Frozen. Those rights respectively belong to Disney and HBO/George R. R. Martin.)
Hey guys I'm back with another chapter of this story. Last we left off was the introduction of Elsa and Anna and what they been doing with their lives along with the works of Arendelle politics plus Balerion and Ashley coming up to the city where they meet the brothers Brok and Sindri along their financial advisor and close friend Mimir. Now to clarify they aren't magical dwarfs that can go from the seeing world to unseeing world now is Mimir a headless semi dead man from the last two god of war some of their characteristics I did keep like Mimir being a good friend and a advisor of sorts, Sindri being a germ freak and more kinder while Brok is still the same open minded yet likable person who isn't afraid to tell people that you suck. With the recap out of the way let's get this started.
Chapter 5
With the night still young and the crowd at Arendelle still busy, Anna and Kristoff left the castle and began to explore the town more to see what the local markets had for the evening. Kristoff commented that some houses still had their Christmas decorations out despite the holiday being over two months ago. Anna chuckled and suggested that perhaps the residents were either too lazy to take them down or simply enjoying the holiday spirit a bit longer than usual.
Olaf soon joined the duo, greeting his friends enthusiastically. "How are you enjoying yourselves tonight?" he asked with his characteristic cheerfulness.
Kristoff responded with a smile, "We're enjoying the stars in the sky, the sounds of the crowd, and seeing people content and happy."
Anna added, "We're planning to head out to the lake soon, maybe catch some fish or just enjoy a night or two in peace and quiet." She then turned to Olaf, "Have you seen Elsa today?"
Olaf scratched his head, trying to think. "Hmm, I saw her at her room earlier, she brought me this two notes one for you and one for someone else."
Anna carefully unfolded the first letter, immediately recognizing the familiar handwriting of her sister, Elsa. The note struck a balance between casualness and formality, carrying a distinct professional veneer brought about by its sender, Olaf.
"Hey sis,
I apologize for not being able to join you and Kristoff tonight. Today's meeting turned out to be more complex and emotional than I anticipated, causing a small episode related to my powers. I promise to make it up to you soon."
Love, Elsa
"P.S. Tell Kristoff I said hello."
Anna's heart sank a little, understanding but still saddened by Elsa's absence and her moment of vulnerability that allowed her powers to resurface once again. Her eyes drifted to the second letter, which stood out with the royal crest and an official seal in place, addressed to two individuals named "Brok and Sindri."
"Either I forget a bit easily or I don't know who those two people are. You know them Anna," asked Kristoff. Anna explained, "Brok and Sindri are renowned siblings who have a longstanding relationship with the royal court. They've crafted several important family artifacts and weapons. This letter could very well contain a special job request or a recommendation for something unique."
Anna commented that she knows where they both live and work at and can drop off the letter to the two before they leave for the lake tonight. Kristoff agrees and said that he'll grab Sven and meet her outside of the gate once she's done with them. This decision made, Anna and Olaf split off from Kristoff, making their way through the bustling streets of Arendelle towards the famous forge where Brok and Sindri worked their magic.
As they approached, they could hear the unmistakable tinkering of tools and see the faint blue glow that radiated from within the establishment. Anna spotted Brok outside, struggling mightily to lift a rather hefty sign from the ground. True to form, Brok was muttering expletives at the inanimate object, "Get your ass off the ground, you dumb sign," followed by a threat of getting a hammer to destroy it if it didn't cooperate.
The sight amused both Anna and Olaf, and they couldn't suppress their laughter as they drew near. "Would you like a hand, Brok?" Anna offered, stepping forward.
Brok looked up, surprise etched on his sky-blue face, but a grin soon followed as he recognized Anna. "The Queen's sister herself, lending me a hand," he quipped, "Now, that's not something you see every day."
With Anna's help, they managed to lift the stubborn sign. Anna brushed her hands off and smiled, "Happy to help, as always."
"Thank ye," Brok nodded, dusting his hands. "So, what brings you to our humble corner tonight, Princess Anna?"
Anna gestured to the letter tucked securely in her pocket. "I have a letter here for you and Sindri from Elsa," she explained, handing it over.
Brok accepted it with curiosity, "Ah, a royal request, no doubt. Let's see what we're getting into this time. Sindri get your ass over here we got something special!" he called, turning towards the forge, the letter in hand.
Sindri emerged, wiping grease from his hands, his demeanor as meticulous as always. Upon hearing Elsa's name and seeing Brok holding a sealed letter, his interest piqued. "An honor as always," he said, bowing his head slightly toward Anna.
The letter detailed how years ago, two swords of extraordinary skill and grace were crafted by the brothers for Elsa's grandfather. The swords, passing down through generations, were tragically lost at sea alongside her parents. Queen Elsa now wished for these legendary items to be crafted anew, with the same quality and prowess the brothers had once shown. Her words weren't mere instructions; they were soaked in reverence and respect for the artisan's touch Brok and Sindri were renowned for.
Brok let out a deep, hearty laugh, "Holy mother of God! Sindri, read the letter. I think our luck is about to turn," he said, handing the letter over with a twinkle in his eye.
He began to reflect on the years and hardships they had shared. It was rare for Brok to show emotion beyond his usual humor or gruffness, but this letter seemed to awaken something deeper. "I told you we have some good things coming our way, you creative bastard," Brok grinned.
As Sindri adjusted his reading glasses and began to read through the elegantly penned letter from Queen Elsa, his eyes widened with delight. "Can you believe this, Brok?" he exclaimed enthusiastically, his voice tinged with disbelief and excitement. This was more than a mere request—this was a gift wrapped in gold for craftsmen like them, a chance to replicate great historical pieces and potentially add more brilliance to their storied careers.
Sindri, his mind already racing with blueprints and materials that would be worthy of such a commission, shared the grin. "Well, this has lifted my spirits," he stated, transformations of plans and focus already unfolding behind his spectacles.
Mimir, watching the brothers from his spot near the myriad of weaponry hanging above the shop, shook his head with amusement. "Ah, look at you two," he mused, "celebrating this momentous occasion, and here's Brok probably still smelling like pig shit as usual," causing Sindri to yelp and instinctively reach for the nearby bucket for a quick clean-up.
Brok comments, "Thank you, your majesty, for this. And this came at a good fucking time! I got a couple of new assistants that can help me and my brother out." As Mimir rolled out in his wheelchair, he added, "Us three have had it rough lately. Our previous workers, for lack of better words, were snakes who stole our entire money and told us to eat shit and kick rocks. I've been helping them the best I can, but since my ass is stuck in this chair, I can't really do a lot physically anymore."
Anna commented, "I'm sorry to hear about your current situation, but I'm reassured that you'll pull through in the end. I'll inform Elsa about your predicament, and I'm sure she'll want to help in any way she can."
With Olaf's curious query hanging in the air, Brok chuckled before replying, "Well, lil' snowman, that's quite the question! Ol' Brok here," he pointed to himself, "was born with the skin of the blue skies, and it's said to be a blessing in disguise! That's what my ol' granny used to say, anyway."
Anna smirked, trying to hide her amusement at Olaf's innocent curiosity, but Sindri, ever prim and proper, added with a crooked grin, "Being blue is special; it's a sign of Brok's connection with the earth and the metals they yield. While I'm as careful as a maiden's hands, always cautious, and wear my gloves religiously, Brok... well, he's all about feeling the metal under his fingers. It's how he says 'it sings to him,' or some such nonsense."
Brok shrugged, unabashed, and even proud. "Yep, the metal tells me what it wants to become. Gloves get in the way of that conversation," he said, flashing a wide grin.
Sindri couldn't help but shudder a little comically, brushing some imaginary dirt off his hands at even the thought, "See? Delicacy, cleanliness... foreign concepts to him. But somehow, they work out."
Mimir, with a chuckle from his place, chimed in, "Perhaps it's just one of those magical little quirks, like a snowman, talkin' in the middle of a forge!" His laughter was infectious, and it warmed the room just that little bit more, casting a friendly atmosphere.
Before departing, Anna had inquired about Brok and Sindri's new assistants. Brok enthusiastically explained how they had known Ashley for quite some time and had gifted her a knife a while back. The new arrival, Balerion, seemed like he could handle himself well around the forge, although his origins were even more intriguing. "He's not from these parts," Brok remarked, "and claims to have encountered dragons and other wondrous creatures."
Sindri, ever skeptical, had his doubts about these tales but acknowledged Balerion's eagerness to help. Mimir added, "Though I can't say if his tales are true, he did
lend a hand earlier today. They both seem keen on contributing however they can."
"Thank you for sharing," Anna smiled warmly as she and Olaf bade goodbye to the trio. "We're off to meet Kristoff at the gate."
Watching them leave, Brok turned to Sindri with a grin, "How about we hit the tavern and toast to this lucky turn?"
Sindri hesitated, murmuring, "Let me think about it. You know I'm not much for drinking."
Mimir chuckled, adding a dash of levity, "If you lads decide to head out, let me stay here and keep an eye on the place. Can't have more sticky fingers taking our precious metals." The suggestion was met with nods of agreement, sealing Mimir's role as the quiet sentinel for the night.
Brok, having wrapped up their discussion, glanced at his brother with a mischievous grin. "So, are you comin' to the tavern with me or what?" he inquired. Sindri, though initially hesitant, responded with a resigned, "Fine, but only to make sure you don't end up plastering yourself to the floor again."
Brok burst into laughter, pleased by his brother's predictable concern. "Don't worry, Sindri! I'll stay on this side of consciousness," he teased good-naturedly.
As they prepared to head out, Sindri informed Mimir of their plans for the night. "We're hitting the tavern, but we'll be back before it gets too dark. Promise," Sindri assured.
Mimir, ever the voice of reason, smirked and remarked, "Well, just make sure you don't spend all your damn money on the 'good' ale. Who knows? Maybe you'll get a free pint on the house if you're charming enough."
Brok twirled his finger in the air playfully. "Now ya soundin' like a damn dad, Mimir! Last time I checked, you weren't the one who sired us," he joked. This drew a round of chuckles, even from Mimir.
The friendly banter accompanied them as they made their way out into the chilly evening air. Arendelle's nightlife sparkled around them with merriment and possibilities.
After walking for ten minutes, Brok and Sindri entered the tavern, immediately noting the bustling scene inside. It was fuller than usual, filled with a lively mix of weary locals fresh from work, familiar faces who occupied the stools more often than their own home furniture, and travelers resting up in the lodge rooms above. The unique atmosphere was punctuated by the occasional giggle or whisper from the working girls, weaving through the crowd with practiced ease, ready to offer companionship for the price of coin or paper.
Sindri, taking in the vibrant clientele with a quick sweep of his gaze, nudged his brother, "Looks like we might score our free pint tonight, wouldn't you say?" referring to their earlier jest about charming their way into complimentary drinks.
Brok chuckled heartily, clapping a firm hand on Sindri's shoulder. "First round's on me," he declared enthusiastically, waving a hand to catch the barkeep's attention.
As the brothers settled into the rhythm of the tavern, they found themselves surrounded by laughter, clinking mugs, and lively stories that swirled in the warm, ale-scented air. They shared tales of their own - anecdotes from the forge, reminiscences of misadventures, and whispered plans for the grand commission from Elsa that had both reignited their hopes and set their spirits aglow.
In this familiar haven, amidst friends and strangers alike, Brok and Sindri let the evening roll by, relishing each sip of ale that evening not just for its flavor, but for the symbolic toast it offered to the prospect of brighter days ahead. Their laughter blended seamlessly with the jovial hum of the tavern, casting a momentary blur over the weariness of the past weeks.
"To new beginnings," Sindri proposed, raising his mug with a smile with a hint of anticipation.
"To family and fortune," Brok echoed, clinking his mug against his brother's.
As the evening deepened, the promise of what lay ahead mingled with the camaraderie of the present, creating a night to remember in the cozy confines of the bustling Arendelle tavern.
The sky in Arendelle was awash in hues of twilight as Anna and Olaf made their way towards the large gate, where Kristoff and Sven were waiting. The vibrant energy of the town was infectious, even as they replayed the evening's events in their minds.
Kristoff extended his hand to Anna, as Anna and Kristoff helped Olaf onto Sven's sturdy back. As they set off towards the tranquil lake, the cool breeze fanned their faces, adding a touch of excitement to the night. It was a short journey, filled with laughter and conversation, as the lively streets of Arendelle slowly gave way to the serene woods that cradled the shimmering waters of the lake.
Upon arrival, they discovered the perfect spot by the water's edge, where the stars cast a breathtaking reflection on the surface, twinkling like scattered jewels across the inky blackness. Anna and Kristoff found themselves mesmerized, their hands instinctively intertwining as they sat by the shore.
The scene was magical, so silent yet filled with an unspoken symphony that played across the gentle ripples of the lake. Olaf, sitting atop Sven, glanced up at the night sky, his eyes wide with childlike wonder. The trio marveled at the beauty of the moment, a rare gem in the tapestry of their shared adventures.
"This has to be one of the most beautiful sights I've ever witnessed," Kristoff commented, his voice barely above a whisper as if afraid to disturb the harmony of their surroundings.
Anna nodded in agreement, her eyes glistening with the reflection of the stars. "Absolutely. It's moments like these that I'll cherish forever," she replied, a serene smile accompanying her words.
The lake seemed to echo their sentiments, wrapping them in its quietude as they watched glistening stars dance on its surface, creating a memory that etched itself into their hearts. It was a reminder of the simple yet profound beauty that could be found in nature and in each other's company.
As Anna and Kristoff enjoyed a peaceful and quiet evening, they found themselves reflecting on their journey together. It just so happened to be their third anniversary, a reminder of how far they'd come despite the rocky start, with Anna's near-death encounter with Hans and the icy challenges they faced. Yet, these trials had only brought them closer over the years.
Under the serene night sky, they reaffirmed their love for each other. In a tender moment, Kristoff embraced Anna, and they shared a heartfelt kiss, savoring the tranquility and joy of being in one another's company.
"Anna, I'm glad that we've grown close over the years. I must be the luckiest man on the face of the earth," Kristoff said earnestly.
Anna replied with a warm smile, "And I'm one of the luckiest women on the face of the earth to have a sweet and charming boyfriend like you, Kristoff." Their words hung in the crisp night air, sealing the sentiment of love that had been woven into their journey together.
The peaceful night around the serene lake was disturbed as nature unfolded its own drama. Unbeknownst to Anna, Kristoff, and Olaf, two piercing eyes watched them intensely. At first, the eyes seemed to belong to nocturnal birds, indifferent to the world of people as they scoured the sky for sustenance amidst their endless flights. But these eyes told a different story, belonging not to birds, but to something more grounded and feral.
As if summoned by the rustle of the forest, a creature stirred—a creature of formidable size, slipping ghost-like through the tree line. Emerging with a cautious yet predatory grace, its silhouette solidified, revealing the imposing figure of a large, short-faced bear, a creature at the top of its domain.
Despite its usual omnivorous diet, this particular beast found itself driven by an urgent need. Awoken prematurely from winter's slumber, its hunger sharpened by the unexpected wakefulness, it scouted for sustenance more substantial than berry or root. And in its nostrils, the tinged scent of flesh, both human and animal, wafted from the lakeside.
The bear, with unparalleled stealth, advanced towards Anna, Kristoff, and their companions Sven and Olaf, eyeing them as potential prey. Driven by the roaring emptiness in its belly, the bear saw tonight's menu gleaming in the starlight: perhaps the humans for their slick vitality, or the reindeer, Sven, offering the stronger, wilder flavors of the forest's bounty.
Whether by intuition or the invisible threads of connection that tie creatures to their environment, something made Kristoff tense. He turned his head as the realization crept upon him. Without a word, the amusement in the air vanished, replaced by an understanding of nature's raw, sometimes perilous beauty.
The bear begins to chase down the group causing Sven the reindeer to get spooked and running off inadvertently causing Anna, Kristoff and Olaf to fall off from the back of Sven.
He managed to escape as the bear couldn't quite catch up to the reindeer but decided to focus its attention on the trio as the bear began to move onto Anna.
Kristoff picked up a massive rock and threw it at the bears head causing a massive head injury with a possible concussion and bleeding but the bear wasn't backing down from this and shift its focus instead to Kristoff as he first swiped Olaf out of the way as Kristoff soon picked up a decent size piece of wood to defend himself.
As the bear growled and advanced, blood trickling from its wounded head, Kristoff gripped the piece of wood tightly, planting his feet firmly on the ground. "Stay back!" he shouted, glancing at Anna, who scrambled to her feet, helping Olaf reassemble his skewed parts after being swiped aside.
The bear lunged at Kristoff with a ferocious roar, its claws slashing through the air. Kristoff swung the wood with all his strength, striking the bear's shoulder and forcing it to stagger. But the beast, driven by pain and aggression, retaliated with a swipe that knocked Kristoff off balance.
"Kristoff!" Anna yelled, fear gripping her voice. Desperately, she looked around for anything to help. Spotting a thick branch nearby, she grabbed it and charged toward the bear, determination gleaming in her eyes. "Leave him alone!"
Olaf, piecing himself together, tried to distract the bear. "Hey! Over here, big guy!" he shouted, waving his twig arms. The bear momentarily turned its attention to the animated snowman, confused by the sight, giving Anna and Kristoff a moment to regroup.
Kristoff pulled himself up, breathing heavily, and positioned himself between Anna and the bear. "Anna, get out of here with Olaf," he urged, but Anna refused to leave.
"We face this together," she said, gripping the branch tightly.
The bear hesitated, swaying slightly from its injuries, but its ferocity hadn't waned. It prepared to charge once more when a loud, echoing howl erupted from the forest. The bear froze, ears perked, before turning its head toward the sound.
From the shadows of the dense forest, an ogre loomed, its massive form blending into the twilight. Its skin, pale and scarred, stretched over rippling muscles, and its glowing, sunken eyes scanned the scene below with cold calculation. The ogre had been watching from a distance, drawn by the commotion. It now contemplated its next move, its jagged teeth glinting as it grinned menacingly.
The ogre's guttural roar echoed through the clearing as it locked its gaze on the injured bear, its hunger for a challenge outweighing the easier prey. Despite its wounds, the bear growled defiantly, its massive form lumbering toward the humans.
Anna and Kristoff worked frantically to piece Olaf back together, their hands shaking as the sounds of the approaching battle grew louder.
"Faster, Kristoff!" Anna urged, glancing over her shoulder. "We need to get out of here before—"
A thunderous crash interrupted her as the ogre charged, its massive club raised. The bear, summoning its remaining strength, reared up to meet the blow. The clash sent shockwaves through the forest, the ground trembling beneath their feet.
The bear meet together as the bear manages to knock the club from the ogres hand but that easily helps out the ogre so it can use its long but muscular arms to begin a wrestling match of pure rage and aggression vs hunger and desperation.
The bear manages to get a few strikes with its front legs with claws that scratch the ogres thick skin as it causes the ogre to bleed.
The ogre roared in fury as the bear's powerful claws raked across its thick, leathery skin, leaving deep, bleeding gashes. The blow sent it staggering back a step, but it grinned savagely, the pain only fueling its rage.
Unarmed, the ogre lunged forward, wrapping its massive arms around the bear in a crushing grip. The two titans collided, their combined strength shaking the trees around them. The bear roared, thrashing and clawing at the ogre's chest and arms, its claws slicing through flesh with every desperate strike.
The ogre bellowed again, tightening its grip, attempting to lift the bear off its feet. The bear snarled, using its weight to resist, its hind legs digging into the earth. With a powerful surge, it lashed out with its jaws, sinking its teeth into the ogre's shoulder.
The ogre howled in pain, releasing the bear and staggering back, clutching its torn shoulder. Blood poured freely from the wound, staining the forest floor. But it wasn't finished.
Fueled by hunger and primal fury, the ogre lowered its stance, preparing for another charge. The bear, though bleeding and visibly tired, stood tall, its growls echoing like thunder. Neither beast was willing to back down.
Meanwhile, Anna and Kristoff hurriedly finished reassembling Olaf, the sounds of the brutal battle behind them a constant reminder of their dwindling time to escape.
The ogre, despite its wounds, roared with raw, primal fury as it wrapped its powerful arms around the bear once more. Muscles bulging and veins straining, it summoned all its strength, lifting the nearly one-ton beast off the ground. The bear thrashed wildly, claws tearing at the ogre's flesh, but it was too late.
With a deafening roar, the ogre heaved the bear into the air and hurled it with all its might. The massive creature flew through the air, colliding with a cluster of trees. The impact shattered trunks like twigs, sending splinters flying as the bear hit the ground with a bone-jarring thud. A sickening chorus of snapping sounds echoed—branches breaking, and the unmistakable crunch of the bear's battered body.
The bear let out a pained growl, struggling to rise. Its powerful legs trembled, and blood seeped from fresh wounds, staining the forest floor beneath it. Still, defiant even in the face of overwhelming strength, the bear bared its teeth and growled weakly at the ogre.
The ogre, panting and bleeding from its own wounds, stalked forward. Its hunger was palpable, its heavy footsteps shaking the ground as it approached its fallen prey.
Meanwhile, Anna, Kristoff, and Olaf froze, the sight of the ogre's devastating power leaving them wide-eyed.
"We need to leave—now," Kristoff whispered urgently, grabbing Anna's arm.
"But the bear—" Anna began, her voice catching as she watched the creature's brave but futile struggle.
"There's nothing we can do!" Kristoff snapped, pulling her away as the ogre loomed closer to the bear, its victory all but certain.
The bear, battered and broken but still defiant, let out a final growl as the ogre charged again. The earth seemed to quake under the ogre's massive footsteps, and with a thunderous crash, it drove the bear against the already splintered tree, causing it to collapse entirely. The bear's body twisted under the force, new injuries compounding the agony it had already endured.
Sensing the bear's growing weakness, the ogre's cruel eyes lit up. It reached down, its massive hands gripping both the bear's head and body. The bear fought back with everything it had, its claws ripping into the ogre's thick skin, leaving trails of fresh blood. But it wasn't enough.
With a feral snarl, the ogre clamped its powerful jaws around the bear's neck, crushing bone and silencing the mighty creature instantly. The forest fell eerily quiet as the bear's life slipped away, its body going limp in the ogre's grasp.
The ogre threw its head back and bellowed triumphantly, the sound reverberating through the trees. Beating its chest like a victorious gorilla, it announced its dominance to the world, a primal declaration of its strength and survival.
Grabbing the bear's massive carcass, the ogre began dragging it through the forest, blood trailing behind as it sought a safe place to feast on its hard-won prize.
From their hiding spot, Anna, Kristoff, and Olaf stared in stunned silence.
"We… we have to get out of here," Kristoff whispered hoarsely, breaking the spell of fear that held them.
Anna nodded, her heart pounding as she turned away from the grisly scene. "Let's go. Now."
Olaf, still shaken, whispered, "Remind me to never mess with ogres… or bears."
Kristoff exhaled in relief, dropping the piece of wood. "That was too close."
Anna hugged him tightly, her hands trembling. "Thank goodness you're okay."
Olaf, now fully reassembled, waddled over. "Well, that was intense! But, uh, do you think Sven will come back now?"
Kristoff chuckled despite the tension. "Let's hope so."
After reuniting with Sven, Kristoff helped Anna and Olaf onto the reindeer's back before climbing on himself. Urging Sven forward, they rode swiftly through the forest, the earlier chaos driving them to move faster than usual. The group remained vigilant, eyes darting toward every rustling bush and shadow, but no further surprises emerged.
As they approached Arendelle's gates, the familiar sight of the kingdom brought a collective sigh of relief. The guards at the gate recognized them immediately, opening the path as Sven trotted through, slowing his pace. Inside, the streets were calmer than usual, with most of the town settling in for the evening.
Kristoff guided Sven toward the stables and turned to Anna. "I'll get him settled for the night. Meet you back at the castle entrance?"
Anna nodded, giving him a tired but grateful smile. "Thanks, Kristoff. Don't be too long, okay?"
"I won't," he replied with a reassuring grin, patting Sven as he led him away.
Olaf hopped alongside Anna, staying close as they began walking toward the castle. The streets were quiet but not empty. A few townsfolk passed by, some whispering quietly as they noticed Anna. Most offered polite nods, though a few cast wary glances, likely from lingering memories of past adventures.
As they turned a corner, Anna's attention was drawn to a small commotion ahead. Brok and Sindri, the blacksmith brothers, were stumbling through the street, clearly worse for wear. Their speech slurred and incoherent, they leaned on each other for balance.
"Hey, watch your step, Brok!" Sindri slurred, nearly falling over as he tried to steady his brother.
"Me? You're the one who—hic—can't fuckin walk straight!" Brok shot back, though he nearly toppled himself mid-sentence.
Anna couldn't help but smile at the sight, though she quickened her pace slightly to avoid getting drawn into their drunken banter. Olaf, on the other hand, tilted his head curiously.
"Why are they walking funny? Is it some kind of new dance?" he asked innocently, causing Anna to stifle a laugh.
"No, Olaf," she replied, keeping her voice low, "they've just… had a bit too much to drink."
"Oh! Is that like too much chocolate? Because that makes me act pretty weird too!" Olaf said brightly.
Anna shook her head, chuckling softly as they continued toward the castle. The warm glow of the castle's lanterns was a welcome sight after such a long and harrowing day.
And that's the end of that chapter I hope you guys enjoy this story so far and if you want to leave a review that would be awesome. until next time it's chaoskeeten.