When looking into a mirror, most of the time you see a perfect reflection of yourself. You may be surprised you look a certain way every so often but you always have an idea what you see when looking in a mirror. When you break said mirror, that image shatters and you can only see parts of yourself but you still can make out enough to know that's you standing in the reflection.

When Edward looked across from him and saw the creature, he didn't recognize it. The monster that had killed him wasn't what he saw back then. The creature had a resemblance to a man when they last met, the thing in front of him looked nothing like a man only a demonic predator waiting to pounce. Hearing it speak still made his blood boil but he remained seated, if this thing was anything like what he faced last time, getting hasty and making a move without thinking would be fetal.

Wrath looked around the cave lazily before snapping its head over to the exit. Its eyes scanned Edward's friends before landing on the old troll who met its gaze readily. Rising up with poise and grace, the demon revealed to be much taller than an average person. It took a few steps that easily crossed the room before stopping just shy of a few feet from the onlookers. Without taking its eyes off the troll, the demon raised a hand and attempted to touch the old creature only to come up short when the air vibrated and pushed its hand back. Testing the invisible field Wrath dragged its claws along its boundary but could not see any gaps.

"I'm really not the first sin you've physically encountered am I, who came before me?"

Grand Pabbie expected a snarling voice to come out of the demon's disturbing mouth but the voice was almost identical to Edward's but had an underlying harsh tone. What was somewhat disturbing was the fact that the demon's mouth didn't move when it spoke, sound just escaped the ever present fanged smile. Wrath was right, this wasn't the first time he's seen an entity like this, part of the reason the trolls were shrouded in legend was to avoid more creatures like this being made. When the Queen brought the young man, the old troll could instantly feel the dark magic that swirled inside the man. Part of him was about to raise an alarm and tell everyone to evacuate quickly in fear of the young man already being taken over.

However that wasn't the case, Edward's body did exhibit dark magic but it was contained and stuffed into the recesses of his body. It was an odd phenomenon and intrigued the troll so he decided to meet with the young man and see if he could find out what was different with him. When he learned that Edward didn't know himself and was seeking help to control the entity, the troll was disappointed. He wished that what he said wasn't true but it was, the young man and entity were the same being, the only reason they could talk to one another and have separate personalities was because they both refused to think of the other as themselves.

"I've been around a long time, there have always been those who go against the natural laws and create something they don't understand. You are hardly any different except the fact that your host's soul didn't submit to being devoured when you two first joined."

Wrath finished scrapping its claws against the barrier before kneeling once again so it could better see the troll. The demon didn't need to look to know that the other three humans were staring intently at it. It was honestly tempted to roar at them to see how much it could scare them but the steady flow of anger behind it stayed the demon's hand. Wrath knew Edward would strike at a moment's notice if provoked in any way and with his emotions getting the best of him, the demon would see the attack coming.

The problem was the troll watching him intently, if things got too out of hand, Wrath would be sent back. This was a rare opportunity to be separate from Edward, its host was a rare find of course but the continuous self loathing was irritating. To Wrath, killing was like getting out of bed in the morning for most people. Required little effort or thought but was necessary to go about one's day. While the demon could remember all the souls its devoured over the years never has it ever thought what it was doing was wrong in some way. Its master at the time would always send Wrath to destroy their enemies and rein it back in whenever the demon finished its task.

After joining with Rahim and gaining some knowledge, the demon could see that its life was that of a caged animal. Only to be released whenever its master deemed it necessary. There was no emotion in Wrath, just the predatory sense of where its prey was and the waves of wrath that guided the demon. When it first joined with Rahim, Wrath decided to peer into its host mind before devouring the soul. The knowledge it gained was useful but there were brand new emotions that came along with it. Perhaps Rahim's emotions were tied to his knowledge so absorbing one would get the other.

At first the demon tolerated it but soon the emotions began to feel disgusted and hatred to the demon itself and frankly annoyed it. So Wrath tried to devour the soul and shut off all the emotions but for some reason it couldn't. Luckily the emotions seemed to go to Edward and cleared the demon's conscious but the self loathing that radiated from its host was a constant thorn in its side. Now with them separate for a short time, Wrath's soul was its own with no lowly human emotions weighing it down. The demon liked the peace and didn't want to cut it short because it frightened the troll, so it would play nice for now.

"I'm as surprised as you, out of all the hosts I had, his is the only one I couldn't devour whenever I wished to. Its irritating but I'm sure it won't be forever, its only a matter of time before I completely take over."

"That won't be possible, as I told Edward, you two are the same being. You cannot devour yourself, I can only sense one soul from the two of you. I don't know if it was originally yours or his but the bottom line is you two only have one soul together."

Wrath cocked his head like a confused child and remained silent for a moment mulling over the troll's words. After a moment the demon shrugged in a way reminiscent to Edward before replying.

"Won't stop me from trying."

Wrath then turned its head to the other spectators before its crimson eyes landed on Elsa. Slowly rising to its full height, the demon took languid steps until it was standing in front of the woman then pressed its head against the barrier to get closer. Its eyes locked with hers with an intense gaze that made the hair at the base of her neck stand on end. The demon's face may have been stuck in that predatory smile due to its fangs being so large but the woman could tell it wasn't smiling right now because it wanted to. For a moment, it was quiet until Wrath finally broke the silence.

"Are you afraid of me?"

The question was spoken without a hint of malicious or sarcastic intent, if Elsa closed her eyes she could've easily mistake the sincere tone for Edward's. She couldn't help but consider the question, rationally the answer was yes. The woman even admitted it when she was kidnapped that someone who could cause such brutality should be feared. She told herself that Edward didn't mean it and the thing inside of him did but now that she could physically see the monster the young man always talked about, she broke eye contact and didn't know how to answer.

Wrath seemed to take that as her answer as it turned with a savage violence and disappeared in a haze of black dust. Edward couldn't get his sword up in time before a clawed hand grabbed his face and slammed him into the ground before bodily throwing him across the cave. Blood dripped out of the young man's mouth when he hit the wall so hard that cracks formed from the impact. The demon didn't seem remotely done as it once again disappeared before reappearing with its claw raised, ready to strike down the young man.

Edward's body was still numb from being thrown so hard that he could barely watch the claw race towards his head. His weapon was laying on the ground shattered into a thousand pieces, he didn't even realize it had left his hand. The young man remembered Grand Pabbie's warning that they could both be killed right now and that the demon might use this opportunity to overpower him. Right now he could feel that Wrath didn't care about taking over his body, right now, the hurricane of anger that gushed off the demon showed that it wanted his life more than anything.

Grand Pabbie having seen enough, slammed his hands together and Wrath instantly disappeared before its claws could remove Edward's head. The troll let down the barrier and hurried over with everyone else in tow to check on the young man for injuries. Aside from the bruise forming on his back and a little trouble breathing, Edward was fine. Elsa was surprised, she had known that the young man was quite strong and fast but Wrath was in another level entirely. She had looked away only for a moment and by the time her eyes looked back, Edward was against the wall with his opponent raising its hand to finish the job. Judging from Anna and Kristoff's expressions, they hadn't been able to track the demon either, thankfully Grand Pabbie was able to and stopped it, otherwise their friend might not have survived.

"Are you alright?"

Edward rolled his shoulders, the waves of pain rolling down his back was irritating but manageable. He ignored the troll's question, his mind was thinking back to when he fought Wrath in the past. The demon was fast and far stronger than a human but back then he could hold his own, today there was no contest. The only reason he could he even attempt to raise his sword to defend himself was because he felt a massive wave of anger after the demon asked that question. He didn't hear Elsa's answer but whatever it was, Wrath expressed so much anger that his soul shook.

"Edward."

Waking up from his thoughts, the young man turned to the Elsa who had a worried expression on her face. Realizing he didn't say anything, he nodded to the troll and moved to stand up but was surprised to feel his body resist the movement. Surely he wasn't so damaged after being thrown once, but judging by those cracks in the stone wall, he was thrown with a significant amount of force. Kristoff seeing his friend small struggle, the ice harvester offered a hand which was graciously taken as he hauled the man to his feet.

"I'm fine, a little pain in my back and my pride is hurt but nothing too bad."

Anna wasn't convinced as she pointed toward the wall. "No offense but I think you need to learn the definition of 'I'm fine' a bruise or small cut is fine but being thrown hard enough to crack stone isn't fine. Plus you should know that I saw you cough blood out of your mouth when you hit the wall." The young man shrugged and tried to access his healing abilities…

Only to find out he couldn't.

Edward focused his thoughts and tried using them again only for it to fail, as if there was some kind of mental block. The young man tried to think of the reason why his healing wouldn't work but could only come up with one explanation. Wrath was blocking him somehow and wouldn't let him heal. The young man was about to ask why but stopped when a fresh wave of anger washed over him. The demon was pissed right now and wanted to be left alone, whatever Elsa did must've set it off because Edward has never felt so much anger coming from the demon itself.

Grand Pabbie could see the confusion on the young man's face, the troll could guess what was going through his mind. The last time the troll had seen someone with the same abilities as Edward, they could control a portion of the power the demon inside them had. A normal human would have some fractures along their spine given the amount of force Wrath threw Edward. He was likely trying to heal himself but was unable to. In his mind, he probably thought the demon wouldn't let him heal due to the anger it showed.

That wasn't true.

Had the young man accepted his words, he'd be able to control his abilities. The demon inside him was just another aspect of his personality that refused to call itself Edward. Wrath may have been its own entity before but now its only a manifestation of the young man's emotions. The exercise ended in failure but it did show one thing, Elsa had an effect on the demon.

"I think that is enough for one day, Edward you should take some time and heal naturally before attempting to confront the demon again. We will not be going anywhere and you can come anytime but I suggest that you look within yourself and attempt to find common ground with the demon."

Edward looked ready to argue that he was fine and that he be allowed to try again but the look on Elsa's face kept him quiet. There was worry etched into her face but also an accepting stare look that he knew meant she wouldn't stop if he really wanted to face Wrath again. Anna and Olaf were attempting to persuade him to not try again while Kristoff folded his arms across his chest with a disapproving expression.

With reluctance he relented, as much as he hated to admit it, Wrath was far stronger than he was when they fought. If they were to fight again, he'd likely lose and risked death, he may be seeking redemption but he would fight with every aspect of his being to not be killed by his mother's killer twice.

"Alright I'll leave it at that, thank you for trying to help but it seems Wrath is more dangerous than I thought. I need to find solitude so I don't hurt anyone else with my lack of control." Anna and Olaf looked ready to argue that he shouldn't try and be alone but the troll beat them to it.

"Solitude will not be your salvation, you can ask Queen Elsa what solitude does to a person, especially one with extraordinary abilities. You are free to do whatever you need to but I will say that you staying in Arendelle will do you good. Though brief I was able to get a sense of the kind of person you are when I brought Wrath to the physical plane. You're a soldier who has been stepped with hardship, perhaps someone who is the same will be able to help you find the answers you're looking for. Queen Elsa has struggled with her own abilities but has found peace with time, spending time with her will also be beneficial."

"And what's stopping me from loosing control? What do I do if Wrath decides its tired of waiting and takes over?"

"Even if that does happen, you will still be inside and just as it can control and influence you, you can do the same if the rolls are reversed. You've already resisted being absorbed by the demon that should show you that your soul is strong enough."

Edward wasn't pleased with the answer but accepted it nonetheless, the troll had logic in his argument. He could agree that Elsa had already tried what he attempted to do and firmly believed it wouldn't work. If he was being completely honest with himself, being in the middle of nowhere alone wouldn't alleviate the fear of being controlled. It would only buy him time to regain control his body if Wrath took over. Finding a way to conquer the demon inside him was out of the question, as far as he knew, his father was the only one who understood this subject. Zavis may have had some ideas but Edward doubted that even he knew how to become a human again. How this troll knew about this was beyond him, he remembered that Wrath had commented that this wasn't the first time the troll had met a 'sin' before whatever that meant.

There was more that Edward wanted to know about. "Wrath said it wasn't the first you've seen, who was the first?" The question made Grand Pabbie put his head down and look away. He looked to be considering something before he spoke.

"Long ago, before I was the oldest troll in this tribe when I was learning under my elder, my teacher had spent some time teaching a human who had stumbled upon our existence. I've never spoken to the human but from what my teacher told me, he was always obsessed with gaining more knowledge. My teacher taught him many things but there was one thing the human learned he shouldn't have. My teacher had told the human that there were more mythical creatures besides trolls out there but they had been wiped out throughout time. It was the reason that trolls remained hidden to keep from being exterminated by humans who feared what they did not understand…"

Elsa thought back to when she and her parents returned to the castle after visiting the rock trolls. Her parents had said that she was not to speak of their existence to anyone or it would invite great danger. As a child she thought they must've been over exaggerating but now after hearing that there were other creatures like the trolls who had been eradicated she now could see that the danger wasn't for Arendelle, it was for the trolls.

"…There was however one species of creatures that had no such fear, their original name had been lost to the ages but the closest name in your language would be demon. These creatures had no definite shape, they took the form of whatever soul they consumed. My teacher said these creatures had the ability to manipulate a soul as if it was an object to sustain themselves since that was their primary source of power. Due to their ability to devour souls, their life span was essentially indefinite unless they were killed enough times to expend the amount of souls they stored. Intrigued by this, the human traveled the world to find these creatures in the hope of extending his own life so he would be able to learn more."

Grand Pabbie stopped took a breath as he remembered what happened when the human returned. It was something he didn't like to remember but it served as a warning that he took to heart.

"Several lifetimes had passed until the human returned, he looked the exact same as the day he left which should've been impossible. The only change was that his eyes were red, when my teacher asked how he had not aged, the human said that he made a deal. The human sold a piece of his soul to the demons in exchange for the ability to manipulate souls. He also had to deliver an amount of souls every so often or his would be taken. Horrified, my teacher banished the human saying that no human should have that kind of power or use it in such a manner. The human didn't care about being banished, only that he have the knowledge that was in my teacher's mind. It was then he attempted to take my teacher's soul only to fail due to our combined efforts, wounded he retreated swearing he'd return. Knowing we couldn't just sit and wait for him to return, we left are home to find a new one, along our travels, we met an Elemental who had trouble controlling his abilities. My teacher distrusting humans after his student left the Elemental to his fate of harming those around him, I however intervened and offered council to the man. In time, the Elemental learned to control his abilities and live happily. Grateful for my help, he asked if there was anything he could do to repay me. I denied telling him that I couldn't stand by and watch someone suffer. It was months later when the human returned, only he brought something with him, a creature of great and terrible power. Somehow the human had found a way to transfer portions of a soul into a body to animate it, this creature was driven by the pure desire to hunt our kind. Any magic we tried was ineffective as it healed at an astonishing rate and continued to hunt us. We suffered heavy losses until a wave of ice froze the creature solid, the Elemental I assisted had come to our aid. It was then I learned a special fact about ice Elementals. Their magic had the ability to curse a living heart, other Elementals never had this ability their magic would just cause death if it struck the heart. The Elemental managed to freeze the creature in enough ice that it couldn't escape. As for the human, my friend cursed his heart telling them that his heart now matched what it contained, a cold person who only sought knowledge. The Elemental said that unless he found an act of love to thaw his cold heart, the magic would freeze it so they matched. Needless to say the human didn't take kindly to that and fled, I thanked the Elemental and we moved here. A couple of years later I sensed the Elemental's passing and that was it."

Edward couldn't help but think of his father, the human in story sounded like him. Always seeking knowledge, willing to do anything to further his goals, and being bitter whenever something stood in his way. There was also the fact they both had the ability to manipulate souls, from what Grand Pabbie described, the human had put a foreign soul into another body. He wouldn't be surprise if that was his father but one thing stood out, his father loved nothing. The concept of love to him was a 'human incentive to repopulate and motivate them to apply themselves.' That was his definition of love which was why Edward and his brother didn't receive a shred of it growing up. Hell, his mother had left his father and took him when she realized the only reason he had kids were to see if he could mold them to his specifications. If his father was cursed to freeze unless he found love then he would've been a block of ice a long time ago.

"That was almost four hundred years ago, If the human was alive, he would've attempted to try and find us but to the rest of the world we're a myth. My teacher died leaving the tribe in my hands, I've led my people to be of help but keep to ourselves to keep history from repeating itself. I would've thought that I would never see another creature like the one the human made again until today where I met Edward. Its just odd that you seem to have a complete soul versus the patchwork of souls that the human made when he brought it to our home to attack us."

Everyone took in the story with different reactions. Elsa and Kristoff had an understanding expression while Edward had a pensive one, Anna however was the only one who spoke.

"So what was the human's name, you know the one who made that deal?"

"He said he never had one but he always liked one word. To him, it was the pinnacle of what humans knew. The reason he wanted so much knowledge was to enlighten the humanity in accepting more than what it limited itself to. He felt that all humans were his children and that he had a responsibility to educate them, so he called himself Father."

Everyone's eyes widened when they heard the name. Father, as in the same Father who controlled Wrath. Edward's head began to spin, if the Father that Grand Pabbie could make creatures like him and always sought knowledge then there was no doubt that Father was his own father, Talib of the Tainted Wisdom.

His title even fits!

Edward didn't care that his father might've been centuries old, he wanted to kill the bastard if all his despicable acts were from his own father's orders. Even though he was banished, perhaps he could write a letter to Ahimoth telling him who was behind the massacre of their comrades. So many thoughts were swirling around in his head but he pushed them aside for now there was a lot to consider.

"So hypothetically if this Father guy was alive what do you think he'd be doing Grand Pabbie?" The elder troll looked to Anna who was trying to phrase it into an innocent question but her eyes gave her away.

"If he was alive he'd continue to seek more knowledge but he would be hunting in his spare time."

"Hunting trolls?"

Grand Pabbie then turned to Elsa who could already guess what he was about to say.

"And any ice Elementals who could potentially freeze his heart again."

Along the coast line of Blackdust where the ships that traded with Arendelle docked, there were guard towers to scan the water for threats. Inside these towers were cannons positioned in a way to use their elevation to increase their range on enemy ships. Soldier manned these cannons every moment of every day, keeping a vigilant guard over their home.

Today there were scores of dead bodies inside the towers. There was no alarm or fighting, only corpses of men who were taken completely by surprise. Men in black clothing similar to Zavis's outfit snuck through the guard towers and toward the capitol. They were dispatched by Father to carry out a mission, they had their list of targets. If they succeeded then Father's plan would finally be able to begin.

King Alrick the Mystic had ruled long enough, he was a thorn that required removal. The new council would not be spared, they forget their warrior heritage and will pay. Ahimoth was a fool and had no business prostrating himself trying to be an ambassador. Lilian was an Elemental that could not be left alone due to her magic.

Finally, Talib of the Tainted Wisdom was interfering with Father's plans and couldn't keep his creations under control.

The trip back to Arendelle was done in silence, everyone had much to consider. Edward was sitting in the back thinking of ways to sneak into Blackdust and get to his father without being seen. Elsa was a bit worried that this Father person would come to Arendelle looking for her and hurt her family. If there were more people like Edward who was under this man's control then her home was in danger.

Another thought was that Edward had humored her request so she couldn't stop him from leaving if he truly wished to. She chanced a look at his facial expression and noticed he had an irritated pensive face. Whatever he was thinking about must be upsetting him to look like that. She wanted to ask what he was thinking but thought better of it, he would tell them if he wanted them to know.

Arendelle's gate came into view as the guards saluted the Queen and opened the gates for her. Standing with a cigar in his mouth with a stern expression was Captain Stonewell. Kristoff halted the sleigh and everyone dismounted to approach the serious looking man, Elsa walked to front to address him first.

"Captain is there something wrong?"

The older man gave a small bow before pulling the cigar out of his mouth. "No Your Majesty, its just come to my attention there was a little mishap at the Lumberjack's Heart. When I went to investigate myself, the patrons described a young man assaulting two men and incapacitating them quite quickly. When asked for a description, I couldn't help but think of a young man who arrived here a little over month ago and was instrumental in your rescue and capture of your kidnapper. While I am grateful for his assistance, I cannot tolerate someone disrupting the peace."

Edward couldn't help but groan as he walked forward and faced the older man. He didn't have the time nor patience to deal with an old man flexing his muscles because he was the Captain of the Guard. When they had their little strength competition when they first met he should've learned that he shouldn't mess with the young man.

"Well then you should know that they were drunk and having a bar fight, while I'm sorry for hurting them, I stopped the fighting, where were your guards?" Usually men in Stonewell's position would have taken offense to that but he just took a puff from his cigar and leaned down to blow the smoke in young man's face. Edward's fist clenched as he considered knocking that cigar right out of the man's mouth with a quick right hook.

Elsa seeing this, stepped in between them to keep this from escalating. "Captain I am aware of what happened and agree that Edward's way of subduing the two men was a bit aggressive. I'm sure he'll refrain from doing such things again, so I feel It would be alright to just give him a warning."

"I apologize Your Majesty but the soldier in me cannot accept that which is why I'd like to propose something. Me and Edward spar at the barracks, if he wins he's clear and I'll drop the matter…" The Captain took another puff and stepped to the side and blew the smoke in Edward's face again.

"…he loses, he joins the Arendelle Guard and helps me turn them into actual soldiers instead of guards." Kristoff and Anna's mouth dropped at the proposal while Elsa looked surprised, while this was getting out of control they couldn't help but hope that the young man lost so he'd have to stay. Elsa had to protest though, Edward clearly had the advantage being a younger man, being a trained soldier, as well as having a demon increasing his strength. She knew the Captain could take care of himself but she didn't want either of them getting hurt over something this trivial.

"Captain I do not think this is necess…"

"Deal."

The platinum beauty stopped and turned with her mouth agape. Edward didn't seem to take getting smoke puffed in his face lightly and looked more than ready to put the older man in his place. He seemed to have forgotten his earlier defeat from Wrath and his injuries as he accepted the challenge. She wanted to stop this unnecessary violence but the two men were already making their way toward the barracks.

Elsa turned to Anna and Kristoff about to ask what had just happened but they looked just as confused as she did. It was Olaf who broke the silence with his happy go lucky attitude. "Everyone has been so feisty lately, I think we should give each other more hugs!"

It didn't take long for them to catch up with two men as the Captain went into the barracks to retrieve some weapons while Edward waited outside in a training field. Elsa instantly walked over to the young man and faced him with a frustrated expression.

"You do know this is foolish right, there is no need for the two of you to fight over something as slight as a bar fight."

Usually Edward would agree with her, but today has been a trying day and he was on a short fuse, when he got smoke blown in his face with a total lack of respect the fuse was ignited. He wouldn't hurt the man too bad, just enough to show that he shouldn't be trifled with.

"He started this and I'm going to end it."

The young man heard her huff in frustration as the older man returned with a weapon rack that was on wheels. He had shed his guard uniform for a short sleeved under shirt that showed off his well built physique, in fact he compared to Ahimoth's body, he was shorter with much more muscle built. He had on gloves worn tan gloves as well as thick green pants that were tucked into his black boots. Edward could see on his wait was a harness that held two small swords that he could tell were spadroon swords. Small yet sharp they were good for thrusting attacks but were incredibly fragile.

The Captain stood to the side with his hands behind his back, his cigar was halfway gone as he continued to take puffs from it. "Choose your weapon."

The young man browsed through the weapon rack as he passed over maces, shields, spears, knives, and axes. After a moment of searching he settled on a standard longsword, it was long and light enough to resemble his old katana so he would be able to be more comfortable with the weapon. Stepping away from the rack, he stood across his opponent as he got in his stance as he gripped his sword with two hands and held it vertically in front of him. The Captain drew his two spadroons then put a foot back before raising his arms eye length and crossing his blades downward in front of him.

Elsa realizing that they were going to use real weapons finally felt that enough was enough. "No this has gone too far, Captain I am ordering you to stand down, I will not have you two killing each other."

The older man didn't even face her as he answered. "We're only fighting till someone draws blood, from what I gather, Edward should be more than capable of defending himself against an old man. I would however like to apologize Your Majesty for disobeying you but I know to take an opportunity when I see one."

Before she could protest more, the older man had already closed the distance and slammed one of his swords into Edward's creating a loud clank of sparks. The young man was surprised at the amount of force from such a quick attack but was ready to push the blade to the side and strike. He didn't see that the Captain hadn't stopped advancing after clashing swords with him and was winded when a hard shoulder hit his chest.

The young man tried backing off to gain distance but he had to defend against two blades coming up with no pause after the shoulder bash. Edward was forced to let go of his sword with one hand to dodge the attacks as he danced away and out of the old man's reach. He was surprised by the ferocity of the older man's attacks but it was nothing he couldn't match. Focusing more on his opponent, the young man prepared to go on the offensive.

With one hand on his sword he was able to move faster as he unleashed a barrage of slashes that came from every direction. The Captain stood his ground as he block, deflected, and danced out of any and all attacks, his eyes never once leaving Edward's. the young man getting irritated that none of his attacks were connecting, started to increase the ferocity of his attacks. Wrath may have put a block on his healing abilities but body's natural strength that was enhanced after becoming one with the demon had the older man giving ground. It was only a matter of time before he overwhelmed his opponent.

Edward let out a vicious horizontal slash that the Captain had no hope blocking with one hand. The young man was surprised to see a spadroon, meet his attack but in that split second he felt his sword easily pushing his opponent's away. When it did, it would leave a cut on the older man's chest and the young man would win, the Captain shouldn't have underestimated his strength.

Unfortunately, he underestimated the Captain's skill and was caught off guard when the older man let his sword go slack so Edward's would slide along its length while he ducked under the blade. When it cleared his head, the older man savagely thrust his sword up and knocked the sword out of Edward's grip while spinning in his crouched position and sweeping the young man's feet from under him.

Edward felt himself fall and had enough sense to catch himself with his hand and hastily jump back before the older man could capitalize on his misstep. The Captain's earlier ferocity suggested he'd cut his opponent up into ribbons if he was able to knock them off balance the way he just did. Oddly though, he didn't advance, only straightened himself to his full height before sheathing his weapons. He even grabbed the cigar that was still in his mouth and took the last puff out of it before tossing it away.

The young man felt insulted that he wasn't being taken seriously and was about to attack the man with his bare hands when his sword impaled the ground right in front of him. The young man couldn't help but take another look at his opponent who seemed so very much composed after their short bout. If he didn't know better, it was like the older man knew that he where he'd back up to and knocked his sword where he'd stop but that was impossible, no one was that skilled.

"Tomorrow, I expect you to be up before sunrise in my office, everyday we will spar first thing in the morning and last thing in the day. During the day you will take a group of guards and instruct them in discipline and basic soldier drills, I will take the more advanced candidates and teach them intermediate skills. When I deem enough of our guards are enough to teach the others you will be free to go."

Edward had a confused expression on his face, the Captain had said they'd be fighting until they drew blood. Even though he was disarmed, there wasn't a scratch on him, the young man was about to argue they still had a battle to finish, he felt something warm on his arm. Looking down he noticed that there was a small nick on his arm, it was barely noticeable but enough for a drop of blood to slowly seep from the wound.

When did he nick me?

He knew It wasn't when the older man swiped his sword out of his hand because he watched the sword and leaned back in time to avoid the blade. That's when he realized the cut was on the same arm he used to catch himself when he fell off balance. He was surprised, he had the older man outmatched in terms of strength and speed, that maneuver he pulled was the only thing that was unexpected. While it did upset him a bit, he was beaten by the man and now had to keep up his end of the deal.

"Will I have time to ice harvest with Kristoff?"

The older man thought about it for a moment before nodding. "Your training session with me will be before you go and your instruction of the other guards will be after you return." The young man nodded as he placed his weapon back on the rack. He then turned back to the spectators who had a range of emotions written on their faces. Anna and Olaf looked happy that he'd be staying a bit longer while Kristoff and Sven had a surprised expression at the older man's skill.

Elsa on the other hand looked quite unhappy.

She was happy their fight was short and that no one was seriously injured but she was more than a little upset that the two men in front of her felt that they should fight over something so small. Marching up to the two of them she turned to the Captain first since he was under her military rule.

"Captain that was completely unacceptable behavior, first you bypassed my judgement then provoked Edward into a physical confrontation. You then disobeyed a direct order from me to continue with this farce and then you injured him. What do you have to say for yourself?"

The older man wasn't fazed by the icy tone his Queen used, he'd be pretty pissed if one of his soldiers pulled what he did but he had an opportunity that he'd be stupid to pass up. The young man was skilled enough to complete a rescue mission and capture a skilled opponent who dispatched many of his guards with no real effort. It brought home the fact the guards were soft in terms of battle and war. He could only teach so much in the time he had, it would be more expedient to have someone who was no stranger to war instructing his guards.

Also with Ahimoth gone, he could not get any information concerning the prisoner they currently housed. The only person who could possibly know this Greed character who was in charge of Zavis was the young man since he was from Blackdust. To him, gaining more information as well as a means to improve his men was worth disobeying the Queen because it would benefit Arendelle.

"I have nothing to say for myself, if given the choice again, I would disobey you. As you requested, I will ensure Arendelle's safety, this is a step toward that. I will not do to immoral lengths however I will use less than honorable tactics, I can promise you that I will limit these lengths in the future however I can't say there won't be times in the future where I must make difficult decisions without you knowing so I alone am held responsible."

His rather candid speech did not please the young woman but she supposed he was doing what she asked of him when she went to his office. She looked back at Edward who didn't seem to be upset about the arrangement, plus he had agreed to fight her Captain on his own free will and only had a very small injury. It could've been worse but the outcome wasn't too bad, she knew the older man wouldn't have done anything to hurt the kingdom but in the back of her head she wondered what he'd do if she herself ever constituted a threat to Arendelle. She supposed she could let him off with a warning but knowing how he responded to the snide comments she's heard the nobles send his way, he probably wouldn't care.

The fight deflated in her chest as she noticed he was at attention as always prepared to do what she commanded. Why did he have to be so loyal, why couldn't he be a crabby old man who she would enjoy to see leave?

"Just…try to avoid to engage in violence with anymore citizens in Arendelle." The older man bowed before walking away to wheel the weapon rack back into the barracks. As he left the platinum beauty then faced the young man who at the sight of rekindled a little of her anger at the situation.

"Don't think he's not the only one getting a talking to, you knew full well he was trying to provoke you and you rose to his bait. Not to mention you both used real weapons that could've ended badly. So please tell me, what do you have to say for yourself and unlike the Captain you can't use your duty to try and divert my ire."

Unfortunately for him she was right, he fought the older man, solely because he wanted a fight. After being soundly defeated by Wrath his pride was hurt and he wouldn't let an old man poke at it some more. What he didn't know was the old man was probably the most skilled person in Arendelle while probably being in his sixties. Edward was more than impressed, the older man fought someone who physically outmatched him and turned it around with minimal effort.

When the young man first considered the stakes, he had absolute confidence in his victory and would've probably be on his way out of Arendelle despite the troll's words. However after witnessing the older man he couldn't help but look forward to learning under him, perhaps he could Edward compete with Wrath and he could help turn Arendelle's guards into soldiers so someone like Zavis wouldn't be able to dispatch so many of them so easily.

"I let my anger get the best of me, again. I guess that I wanted at least one win today but went the wrong way of doing it. For that I am sincerely sorry and will do my best to ensure none of this happens again." The tone the young man was sincere and he even bowed to the woman who couldn't help but grumble as the fight in her deflated again. Now he was acting like he gained some sense and his apology made it hard to stay mad. He even added a bow that was unneeded given the unique relationship they shared.

"Ugh…what is it with men? One minute they don't possess a grain of common sense and the next they grow up and can actually be respectable." Anna and Kristoff couldn't help but laugh as they walked up to the two.

"I agree, Kristoff acts all responsible when he's on and ice trip but when you get him drinking he goes out singing and dancing on tables!"

The ice harvester had a blush on his face as he remembered that. "It was only one time and don't think I don't remember you riding a horseless wagon down a hill." Anna turned around with a horrified look as Elsa raised an eyebrow.

"You said you wouldn't tell Elsa!"

"Whatever happened to 'no secrets between sisters'?"

"Its not a secret! I just don't think I should bore her about every detail about my day, she has important stuff to do."

"Judging by her facial expression, I think she would've liked to known about that detail."

The redhead turned to see her sister with her arms crossed and her foot tapping the ground. The platinum beauty had thought that all the irritation had left her after dealing with two headstrong men but foolishly forgot that her sister was even more headstrong. The Princess had a worried smile as she held her hands out in a calming manner.

"Now Elsa it was just a game and we had haystacks set up so no one would get hurt, no need to be upset…"

The blonde raised an eyebrow before leaning forward so she could whisper but it was loud enough for everyone to hear. "You are in so much trouble."

Later that night in the dungeons sat Zavis, his arms were securely cuffed in thick frozen shackles that anchored him to the ground. There were chips in the ice as he conjured weapons and tools to free himself but found the ice to be neigh impregnable. He even considered sawing off his limbs and growing back new ones but he could hear the footsteps behind the door to his cell. They were watching him and changing shifts every so often, if he were to cut off a limb the Queen would be down here to refreeze his limb as he regenerated which dispelled his other powers.

Escape would be a chore but humans always made mistakes, sooner or later he'd get his chance and he'll tear that one guy's head off. The one who threw a wrench in his plans that by himself saved the Queen. Such strength made Zavis envious but what confused him was why didn't the guy use his other abilities. Sure he was stronger and faster than most humans but any of the others had the same body.

His theory that perhaps the guy couldn't access his abilities crossed the prisoner's mind multiple times. There were only seven people with these abilities and like his name suggested, Zavis was named after the deadly sin Envy. There were six others: Greed, Pride, Sloth, Lust, Gluttony, and Wrath. Zavis knew Greed, Pride was off killing soldiers, Sloth, Lust, and Gluttony were ordered by Father to remain in Blackdust. The only one unaccounted for was Wrath who disappeared during the civil war. For the most part Zavis didn't interact with the other sins besides Greed since all of them was ok with being Father's lapdogs. The prisoner wanted more from life than just following orders, Greed did as well but followed orders to ensure his survival.

What a weakling.

Zavis would escape from this prison soon and do what he pleased with no one to stop him soon enough. The prisoner almost didn't notice the sound of the door to his cell being opened. A dangerous glint made its way into his eye as he prepared to skewer whoever walked into his cell but relaxed when Greed walked through the door. It looked like his release date came early as he watched his leader close the door behind him and made his way over to stand in front of the prisoner.

Greed's face wasn't amused in the slightest, in fact he looked quite angry. Before Zavis could even begin to speak, his comrade gripped the bottom half of his jaw with a vice grip. Perhaps Greed wasn't in the mood for speaking and wanted to shut the prisoner up so he could speak without any interruptions. That was what Zavis thought at first but quickly erased that theory when he felt a hand puncturing his chest where his heart was located.

Shock was the most apparent emotion that was on Zavis's faces as Greed pushed his hand in deeper before he found his target. With his fingers wrapped around his prize the man ripped his hand out the prisoner's chest not minding the blood splatter only caring that he had the red stone in his hand. Zavis on the other hand couldn't help but convulse in pain as he felt his body begin to disintegrate. Soon his body would reform where the stone was and he'd be free but Greed had other plans.

Dust swirled around him as Greed disappeared in it and reappeared far away from Arendelle. His surroundings depicted an underground cavern, it was empty save an altar like structure that was toward the back of the cavern. There were seven pedestals placed in front of a large mural.

The mural depicted seven creatures rising up from a river of blood. None of them looked remotely human, one was a large blob that dwarfed the others and had multiple mouths on its body from its stomach to its arms.

Gluttony

Another depicted a pink petite creature with wings that had white feathers. It would've looked somewhat like a fairy if it wasn't faceless and its claws weren't sharpened to sinister lengths.

Lust

Another one was a very thin creature that seemed to be a skeleton that looked brittle and ready to break.

Sloth

Next to them was a beast with a gold ornate mask covering its face and the rest of its body cloaked in a veil of darkness.

Greed

Behind it was a creature that was sludge green with four arms and four legs.

Envy

By itself in a corner of blood was a creature with red scales, sharp claws, and a menacing fanged smile.

Wrath

Finally above all of them like a King, was a monster who sat upon a throne of bone. Its stature was the perfect blend of muscle and proportion. Its grey skin rippled with tightly condensed muscle as it bore a resemblance to Wrath. The difference was where Wrath was scaly and had claws, this monster's skin and hands were smooth while blunted. Its head was beast like with a predator's shape and fanged teeth. Coming out from behind it was a thick tail as thick as its arms that lazed on its throne. The eyes were completely red and gave off the sense that this creature was the King.

Pride

Greed walked over to one of the pedestals and placed the stone inside where it swirled as it gathered black dust before igniting in a green flame. In the mural Envy seemed to evaporate right of the image. That left only six demons remaining. As per Father's instructions in the beginning, if any one of the seven sins disobeyed and became a liability they would be brought back her.

Envy had disobeyed too much and couldn't be trusted to remain aligned with Father. The others were carrying out their parts all except Wrath who was unaccounted for. Father hadn't specified any instructions for the missing sin but Greed knew he would in time.

For now, the Sin had a invasion to plan the troops were already mobilized and Hans should've already made it to see Weselton's royalty. With his show of loyalty to Father, Greed would stay out of his crosshairs for the time being. Hopefully enough time to secure a kingdom and get a controlling grip on another.

So much to do, so much to gain…

The next morning when Captain Stonewell was doing his early inspection of the dungeon he frowned when he found Zavis's skeleton still clad in the Queen's ice shackles. All the information he hoped to find was now gone. The older man hoped the prisoner was just playing dead like he had heard in the reports but if he wasn't then whoever killed him must've had a motive. He locked the cell door and ordered it be checked every hour on the hour, he had a lesson to get to.

Walking outside to the training field, the Captain was pleased to see Edward already doing sit ups unassisted. The young man had spent yesterday quitting the jobs he had to accommodate his new schedule.

The blacksmith was quite upset with the state of his forge when he opened shop this morning so it was more of a firing on the man's part. The cargo manager on the dockyard was sad to see the young man go but brightened when he heard he'd be joining the guard. Mr. Jorgen even stopped by to congratulate the young man after seeing him look so down earlier in the morning.

"forty-eight, forty-nine, and fifty…" With a grunt of exertion, Edward hopped to his feet as the older man approached. The young man could sense some waves of subdued anger flowing off him despite his face being in an unusual passive expression compared to the frown or calculating gaze.

"Something the matter?"

"I hope not. Let's just get today started, I noticed that when we fought you've had training and your strength and speed are quite formidable. The only problem is that you leave yourself wide open to counterattacks, you're moving too fast to know to react to your opponent's attack. When we fought yesterday, you committed to a hard slash that would've shattered my sword had I tried to block it. You thought I made a mistake only trying to defend with only one hand, instead I surprised you by deflecting it and counterattacking. Had you been more observant you would've seen me lay down my sword and draw my foot back in preparation, instead you were focused on getting to me and powering through my defenses." Edward didn't want to admit it but he was looking to end the fight in that instant, had he been attacking an unexpecting opponent, they wouldn't have seen him coming.

As much as he hated to admit it, he fought like a predator, like Wrath. If he ever fought someone head on, he'd wait until they made a mistake and end the battle in one strike, just like a wolf would when they finally cornered their prey. Edward knew he was a capable fighter but the old man made it very clear that against opponent's with tremendous skill, he stood very little chance.

Just because he was far and stronger than his opponent didn't mean he had the advantage.

"To help alleviate this I devised a training regiment for you that you will run through in the morning, leave to harvest ice with Bjorgman, return to help monitor beginner level guards and teach them basic techniques then spar with me at night."

"Sounds doable."

The older man laughed as he lite another cigar before motioning for the young man to follow him as he went into the barracks. "Sounds like you want me to make this hard for you."

"Bring it old man."

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