Jorgen's eyes were murderous as he stared at his longtime investment put a pistol to his own head with a smile and cigar on his face. The old man seemed supremely confident that he had the upper hand and wasn't afraid to show it. Had it been anyone else, the harbormaster would've given them a one way ticket to a hell of his own making.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Stonewell could pick out the barely restrained fury in Mr. Jorgen's voice and decided his usual insults would be unnecessary. "I'm making sure you hear me. I need a little more time."

Time was something that was in short supply given the fierce battle that was happening in the courtyard. As more time passed, Wrath would continue to degrade as he would burn through all his reserves fighting Envy. Eventually his body would breakdown as he would begin to draw on his life force. Mr. Jorgen could easily see this and expected Stonewell to be able to as well, so why was the old man trying to stall?

"I've given you plenty of time and plenty of slack but not things are escalating and our window is beginning to close. Now I'm going to prepare Wrath for the transfer and I suggest you do the same."

The harbormaster turned to leave when the Captain spoke. "If you go down there, I will pull this trigger."

Mr. Jorgen once again stopped. He knew that Walter Stonewell was not one to make bluffs. If he threatened something he would do whatever it took to make it happen. While he may not have needed Wrath's soul, he did need Walter's and Walter killing himself would make it lost to him forever.

The harbormaster stepped back down again and gave the Captain a calculating stare before speaking. "Alright, if you kill yourself, then I'll take my frustrations out on your daughter. I'll destroy her mind so thoroughly that she'll spend the rest of her days drooling in that wheelchair of yours."

Mr. Jorgen watched and expected Stonewell's facial expression to falter when he threatened the one thing that meant the most to the Captain. To his surprise, Walter's facial expression did not change.

"No you won't, because I know you've been considering her as another candidate in the event that I failed."

The harbormaster's eyes twitched for a split second but said nothing as his face went to an emotionless mask. The Captain was right, his daughter was an appealing candidate that he had been observing for quite some time now but never dared to get close out of apprehension of what his current one would do. Walter Stonewell was a very spiteful person and it wasn't hard to see him ruining years of planning.

He wasn't vengeful, no Walter was smarter than that but he knew how to hold a grudge and how to use what others held of great value against them.

"That may be true but wouldn't killing yourself put her in the position you don't want her to be? I fail to see the logic behind your current actions."

Walter chuckled before pulling his weapon off from his head, causing Mr. Jorgen's mask to shift into one of confusion. "If I die then that sets you back years. Sure, time is no consequence to you given your lifespan but I wonder how your first mistake would spend the time you'd need to cultivate my daughter into a suitable candidate? I mean, he already has half of your soul, imagine what he could have learned all these years that you've spent working on me. Are you sure you have time to spare?"

The harbormaster's face darkened as black dust shot out of his shadow and in an instant, Stonewell was restrained by black tendrils. The Captain had lost his earlier amused expression and simply stared at the older man.

"I have to be willing Jorgen, if I'm not then all you're doing is creating another problem that will return to bite you in the ass. Now let me go."

Mr. Jorgen's response to Walter's orders was creating another tendril and wrapping it around the old man's neck and squeezing. He wanted to watch the Captain's eyes widen in fear and realize that he had no leverage and was in no position to give orders. However the old soldier's face did not change, he continued to stare despite his face and eyes turning red from lack of oxygen.

The harbormaster's face turned into one of rage as he roared before releasing the Captain who coughed as air rushed back in his lungs. Jorgen continued to breathe angrily as he listened to Walter wheeze, he had really outdone himself with the Captain. Nerves of steel, extremely fine instincts, brilliant tactical mind, and the willingness to do anything to get an advantage over his opponent.

There would never be another like Walter Stonewell and the harbormaster knew it. His daughter could've been a carbon copy of her father but the soldier's tragic life and experiences made him what he was and that could never be replicated in a reasonable amount of time.

Walter was right, he had to be willing. If Jorgen had restrained Walter and went off to subdue Wrath then the Captain could indeed turn against him in the future. Hell, he could see the old man killing himself just to spite the harbormaster. As he was trained to be, Stonewell once again had the upper hand against his opponent.

The Captain's wheezing died down as he rubbed his throat and coughed a few more times as he stood to his full height to stare at the fuming older man. "All I'm…asking for is…a..little…more time."

Jorgen shook with anger as chanted to himself to calm down before he did something regrettable. "Time for what? You've tested my patience more than anyone has in thousands of years! You must think me a fool to not realize when a human is trying to trick another to obtain what they want. Time and time again you've asked me to wait while you've sent off your pet, risking the rare chance I have at getting the one thing that I want back. I shou-!"

"Getting half of your soul back isn't the only thing that you want back."

The harbormaster's rage was briefly stunted as he narrowed his eyes at Walter. Getting half his soul back was the only thing he had desired for decades now, everyday he could feel the void of it being taken from him and longed to fill that void. Because of that, he had a hard time imagining what he could want more than that.

"I don't think you've appreciated the rare opportunity you're about to piss away. Let me explain. The reigning sovereign of a major trade nexus in the world is an Ice Elemental who has had her home invaded by the very enemy that you despise. Not only that, she has the trolls who have first hand knowledge of your plight as well as a friendship with another Elemental who has already proven to be a threat. There is also to consider the close friendship the late King and Queen had with Corona whose current Princess possesses the Sun Drop and is also friends with the reigning Queen. The Ice Elemental who had the power to blanket her entire kingdom on accident now has a personal grudge against your enemies and if she were to attack, the alliances she formed all over the world would be expected to do so as well…"

A sizable amount of power, Jorgen had to admit, but not one that was worth risking everything he had done for so long.

"...also the Snow Queen is intimate with the very person you're trying to destroy. I'm sure you've heard the expression, 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.' If you destroy Wrath and she finds out everything I mentioned earlier will crumble. Usually that would be enough to convince anyone but for you, I have something else."

The harbormaster's anger began to subside as his intrigue started to rise. Stonewell spoke as if they were all just pawns on a chessboard that he was moving around, seeing it would make those closest to him feel betrayed but Jorgen knew he only spoke that way to appeal to the logical side of the harbormaster.

"Wrath, the thing you're wanting to destroy, has every intention on doing the grunt work for you. He has ample reason to destroy your enemy and is making strides to do so."

Jorgen chuckled at the notion that Wrath could ever accomplish what Stonewell was suggesting. The boy was weak, had no control over his abilities and had no balance over himself. Someone who couldn't even properly balance regeneration and their abilities was someone who could never do what he needed.

"Yes you laugh, but your first protege wouldn't have given him that book to someone he didn't see anything in."

The harbormaster's laugh died as he remembered. Walter was right, when that box came to Arendelle, he knew what was in it and all but told the boy to go through it. He expected to return to the warehouse and find Wrath unconscious, barely keeping himself together as he tried to fight off the black dust inside which would provide an excellent opportunity to transfer all of Wrath's abilities and power over to Stonewell.

Instead, not only did he manage to fight off the black dust, he gained knowledge from the person it belonged to. Jorgen did not expect that at all, and had spent the next few days watching the young man like the hawk who likewise did the same. He didn't do so out of fear, no, Wrath was no threat to him but the owner of that book was and Jorgen knew he could do a lot with just a little bit of black dust getting into the right place.

Wrath had begun to become an ever present thought in his head which barely scratched his nerves but that little scratch was enough. Jorgen would not let Wrath go back to his master to be used as a weapon. That one book was a big enough variable for concern.

"You're concerned, I know you are from looking into your eyes but this is your best chance. With so much in your favor why get rid of the pawns that have already taken three of your enemy's back row pieces?"

Jorgen was silent as the question brought about a heavy silence. There was much sense in what Walter was saying but there was also great danger. While everything he was said was true and the Ice Elemental had managed to repel one of the bigger headaches he knew he would have to deal with, none of them held a candle to his first protege.

His first protege was desperate when they first met, making it oh so easy to manipulate him but eventually he got smarter. The smarter he got the more dangerous. For once, a regular singular human was a threat to his own kind and with time, he brought them close to extinction. He had gone farther than what his race should've been capable of, never before had one of his experiments backfired in such a way that decades later he was confined to this hovel to safely prepare a counter offensive.

How ironic it was that in this peaceful hamlet, the 'pacifist' Snow Queen had already lined up a decent offensive. Yet it could topple at any moment and Jorgen wanted to ensure his war chest was protected and always growing. Stonwell was part of that war chest and the old man was beginning to risk himself which the harbormaster could not allow.

"I find it very hard to believe you expect me to think that either the Ice Elemental or that imitation will be enough to win this war."

"They don't have to win, Arendelle doesn't even have to remain standing. Their war with your protege completely excludes you and leaves you free to make your moves without fear of discovery. Letting them fight their war allows you an even greater opportunity sooner than the one you plan on creating years from now, years I might add, that your mistake could use to finish his goals."

Jorgen's face scrunched up in thought as he considered everything Walter was saying. Logically, it made sense but it left too many things to chance. Even now, for every second he wasted debating this, Wrath continued to burn through his reserves and he risked losing a perfectly good vessel for the Captain. The only reason he kept an eye on the imitation was to see how viable it would be to give that body to Walter who could definitely make use of a younger, stronger body. The Ice Elemental's attachment to the body would be a concern but easily remedied if 'Edward' just decided to distance himself from the one he was intimate with.

There were also several more concerns such as that book that was given to Wrath, the other creations his protege made, and that small minded fake who called himself Talib, which ironically meant 'seeker of knowledge'. He could come up with solutions for those concerns or just let everything play out as Stonewell suggested while nudging events to his benefit from time to time.

While it was certainly easier to do so, it forced him to cede a degree of control that he found himself reluctant to let go. He had been on this plane for ages and had always been in control of what concerned him. The only time he had ever allowed things to go out of his control had cost him half his soul as well as the situation he found himself in now.

His protege was weak and desperate which made him easy to predict and manipulate but Jorgen was forced to let him out into the wind since the more time the harbormaster spent with him, the more likely he was to be discovered. That led to him losing track of his protege who spent decades alone and allowing him the chance to take half his soul.

Stonewell was an entirely different concern all together. The man was the peak of what humans could be. Strong, decisive, relentless, logical, calculating, controlled, self-serving as well as loyal; he was everything anyone could ask for from a soldier. Queen Elsa squandered his gifts keeping him as Captain of the Royal guard, if anything, if she made him General, he could hand her the world on a platter.

Jorgen couldn't manipulate Walter the same way he did with his first mistake. He wouldn't admit it but this conversation drove home the point that Stonewell was a treasure that must be preserved, he was the best and that was what the harbormaster needed if he was going to win this war.

Which ultimately meant that if he wanted to keep Walter in his war chest, he'd have to risk letting go of some control.

Jorgen stretched out a hand. "Alright, I'll give you time, if you swear to me on your honor that you will not betray my ambitions for yours."

Despite being the best, Walter allowed a few things to tie him down, such as his promises. If he ever swore something, he'd do everything in his power to keep his word. Anything else would destroy him from the inside out.

His failure to keep both the Queen and the Princess during the coronation incident served to make him even more protective of the two to keep his promise to the past monarchs.

Walter looked at the hand before gripping it with his. "I swear to you that I will not betray you and by the end of this Abraham will be dealt with and you will have your soul back."

The waters around Arendelle had begun to freeze with the display of power Queen Elsa gave off. Slabs of ice floated along the water, not thick enough to stop a ship but more than irritating when Talib had to punch through a slab just to get a grip on dry land. His breaths came out in short gasps as he felt all the heat in his body disappear, his ability to cling to life was more of a curse than a gift in this instance given how he felt, but he dismissed those thoughts as they came.

Getting his other hand onto dry land and pulling himself on the welcomed dirt, he rolled over to his back and rested there. His reserves were drained, the little he had was heavily taxed, keeping him mobile under the freezing water. He honestly didn't expect the Ice Elemental to have that much power left given that she must've passed out at least once.

Despite the forces they had brought to Arendelle, somehow they were repelled and whittled down to only Envy and Gluttony being able to fight back. If things continued at the way he remembered before being thrown by that snow giant then all of this would've been for naught. Talib groaned as he tried to force his freezing limbs to cooperate and get back to his feet.

He would find Gluttony and take all reserves of soul echoes the Voracious Sin had then return to the castle and absorb Envy further increasing his reserves then-

"Don't you look quite the mess Talib."

The alchemist froze as his heart stopped when he heard that familiar voice behind him. Fear encased his entire being as he heard footsteps coming up behind him and stopped when a shadow completely covered him.

"I remembered telling you the entire point of this invasion was to kill the Ice Elemental yet I'm quite sure you've had multiple opportunities to do just that and you failed. So disappointing."

The tone behind him wasn't of anger, it was whimsical. An out-of-place tone that had Talib turning over and bowing without lifting his head to Asger the Crusher who wasn't even looking down at the alchemist but at the castle.

"Father, if you would allow me to-"

Asger put a finger to lips. "Shh…"

Talib silenced himself as Asger dropped his finger and closed his eyes before letting out a heavy sigh. "There's no need to do anything more. Have Gluttony retreat and return back to the rendezvous point. You and I will remain here to wait for our guest to arrive."

The alchemist quickly did as he was told and cleared his mind to force the thought into Gluttony's mind that he was to retreat. "What about Envy, Sloth, Greed, Lust, and Wrath Father?"

"You need not concern yourself with them."

Assuming meant to abandon them, Talib once again fell silent as the Patriarch of Sins found a tree to sit up against and closed his eyes.

Kai and Gerda had just finished ushering everyone back into the castle when Grand Pabbie rolled up to them and unfurled himself. "Quickly while Edward is holding off the creature, you need to evacuate everyone to a safer location. The castle will not be able to withstand their battle if it escalates."

The plump attendant nodded and was about to find another way out of the castle when Gerda grabbed him by the arm while remaining facing the troll with a serious expression. "Before we do anything, you're going to explain to us what is going on back there, starting with Edward."

Grand Pabbie frowned as he tried to think of a way to quickly explain the entire story but the sound of explosions rocked the castle. "It is a very long story but the short one is that Edward isn't a normal person and is quite capable of taking care of himself. The man he is currently fighting is what you might consider his father and is a very serious danger, so we need to get the people out a different way other than the garden escape tunnel. I can answer any questions you might have but we must move now."

The older woman absorbed the information and nodded as she and Kai quickly organized the evacuees toward the opposite end of the castle. As she left, she could hear the sounds of battle getting louder and the castle starting to shake and she sent a silent prayer hoping Edward would be alright.

As the group moved, Gerda had asked question after question to the troll who responded with short clipped answers. Both her and Kai now knew what Edward was and who he used to be as well as the man who created him and why Arendelle was under attack. It was a lot to process but she decided to dwell on it later when they had time.

Kai was leading them toward the opposite wing where they could hopefully use the staff entrances where food usually came in to get to the perimeter of the castle walls. While they would still have to use the front bridge to get out of harm's way, going there would at least make them less likely to be hurt in case the castle collapsed.

Gerda was running when she felt the air around her grow colder rapidly. The group was cutting through the main dining hall when the older woman heard, "GET AWAY FROM MOMMA!" such a low and echoing roar was out of place but Gerda remembered what Elsa had told her that a large snowman considered her his mother. She knew that she heard it come from the courtyard and after debating her actions, she called Kai.

"I'm going to check on something, get everyone to the staff entrances!"

The plump butler whirled back to see Gerda already running toward the main entrance and cursed in his head before turning to a nearby servant. "Don't stop for anything, go through the staff entrances and hide in the food storage room. We'll come get you all when it's safe."

After telling the servant, he quickly ran after the older woman, passing Grand Pabbie he yelled for the troll to look after the evacuees. While Kai wasn't a fit man and his stature made it difficult to move very fast, the adrenaline that came from the recent events as well as his steadfast feelings toward Gerda had him catching up to her at the main entrance.

He was about to give her an earful about running off when he realized she was conversing with someone. Walking outside he saw the giant snow golem that Elsa had told him about once who seemed to be carrying something in his arms he was too short to see. The large being's name escaped him but it seemed Gerda was quite familiar with him despite never physically seeing the large snowman.

"Marshmallow, what's the matter?"

The large snowman's face dropped as he lowered his arms and his grasp was Elsa who was dreadfully still. Worry filled the two of them as they rushed forward and quickly checked on their pseudo daughter and let out a breath of relief when they felt her breathe.

"MOMMA FOUGHT BAD MAN, WENT TO SLEEP AFTER I THREW HIM."

Kai absorbed the information and instantly decided that Elsa needed a doctor to look over her in case something happened. Fortunately, there were a few doctors with the evacuees and they should have made it to the food storage area by now. "Marshmallow, we need you to follow us to so we can take Elsa to get some help ok?"

The large snowman nodded at the older woman and prepared to do so when something hit the snow covered ground hard. A snow cloud obscured their figure but judging by the threatening way Marshmallow growled, the two staff members didn't think it was someone friendly.

The snow cloud dissipated when a nude man with six arms raised his hands and threw them forward as spearheads attached to chains followed his hand motions and launched themselves at some unseen target. The unseen target turned out to be Edward who moved very fast and charged blindly into the spearheads. Gerda gasped when she watched some impale the young man who didn't even flinch and instead threw a haymaker that launched the nude man away a few meters.

The young man didn't seem done as he grabbed one of the spearheads impaling him and chucked it at the nude man before pulling on the chain, yanking his target back to him. When Envy got close enough, the young man grabbed him by the face before slamming him into the ground. The servants watched in horror as the young man raised his foot before brutally stomping on the nude man's head, his arms jerking before becoming frighteningly limp.

Gerda was speechless at the level of brutality the usually kind man she had gotten to know expressed. He moved with such a defining sense of purpose that pulled on her heart strings when it reminded her of Walter when she first met him. Kai on the other hand had a schooled expression as he watched since Stonewell had confided in him how similar 'the runt' was to how the Captain used to be as a child.

Gerda looked ready to call out to the young man but he beat her to it when he turned to them and they both saw the state of his eyes. They expected to be met with blue eyes but were instead met with blank pupil less scalera. His face was stuck in a fanged grin that chilled the two of them to the bone. The older woman took a breath to calm herself before taking a steady step forward and speaking to the young man.

"Edward…"

The young man's face did not change at the sound of his name as he stared at the three of them with his blank eyes. Despite not having pupils in his eyes, the servants could tell he regarded each of them as he subtly moved his head before resting his eyes on Marshmallow who growled at the young man who he thought was a threat to his unconscious mother. Edward's gaze remained on the large snowman as took a step forward which caused his current interest to grow icicles around his body.

The young man could feel the anger coming off the large snowman who held his mother in his arms, anger at the bad man who hurt her and anyone who wanted to do it again. If he was in the right mind, Wrath would have ignored the sense entirely but he wasn't thinking with his mind currently, he was consumed by instinct.

The instinct to hunt any source of rage and anger to fuel his own reserves.

His previous opponent had a lot of anger aimed at him but with each strike the Furious Sin delivered, the rage would give way for an instant. When he killed his target, it would evaporate completely, Wrath would've moved on to many sources of anger he could feel around him, but his target's rage would always bring his focus back as it would return stronger than ever.

However during these brief periods where that rage was gone, Wrath felt starved and the snowman's misguided sense of anger felt appetizing.

Gerda watched Edward crouch while placing one hand on the ground while one was in the air behind him and could tell he was getting ready to charge. Before she could say anything to dissuade him, a large spearhead appeared out from the ground and skewered the young man, suspending him in the air.

The older woman felt her heart stop as she watched it happen. Her thoughts instantly went into overdrive as she recalled first meeting the well mannered and sweet young man who had won her daughter's heart. What would the older woman say when Elsa woke up and asked where Edward was?

Her concern and shock kept her from feeling the grief of losing the young man, long enough for him to move unbothered by the spearhead going through his chest. Gerda was slack jawed when she watched Edward swing his fist at the wooden shaft and break it easily. She thought he would've fallen from nothing holding him up but he remained suspended in midair.

"Now I got ya."

Kai and Gerda turned to the nude man who was just now getting out of the small creator his head made. Two of his hands were raised, palms facing the floating Edward who turned and roared like a wild animal at the six armed man. Not intimidated in the slightest, the nude man spread out his free arms and clenched his hands, moments later black sand leaked out his hands and formed several metal spikes.

The nude man clapped his hands together and the spikes all converged on Edward who managed to catch a few of them but the others impaled the young man several times over. A fountain of blood leaked from his open wounds, but still, none of it seemed to phase him as he continued to struggle to get at his opponent.

"I know I'm supposed to capture you but I would be remiss to not take this opportunity."

Envy slowly began to separate his hands as he felt resistance at what he was attempting to do. Wrath's struggles were an annoyance but he felt his constructs respond to his will and begin to move in the direction he desired them to. The spearhead in his target's abdomen was large enough to almost bisect him completely, which made it possible for the spikes to finish the job.

As he moved his hands, the spikes moved with them, half of them going one way while the others went another. Before long, Wrath would be completely torn in half at the waist. His target's muscle density and strength made it hard for Envy to just rip him in half but he was getting closer and closer each second that passed.

Walter and Jorgen watched the gruesome display of Wrath struggling not to be torn in half with apathy. The harbormaster had an inkling of worry due to the chance that the Furious Sin would be wasted but had an accurate sense of the reserves Wrath possessed.

"He's got about two more deaths before he becomes useless. I'm aware you asked for more time but if we don't act soon, we'll miss our chance."

Stonewell fought to keep his facial expression apathetic, but on the inside he was grinding his teeth. Every time he thought the runt could handle his own, he got himself in these situations where something or someone would have to bail him out. The entire case the Captain made was that Edward would be of use if he was left alone and allowed to protect Elsa when the time came.

But seeing him now, Walter couldn't blame the harbormaster for wanting to move in now.

Walter would've loved to help but he couldn't risk himself in front of Jorgen. Envy may have been on his last legs as well but Stonewell was realistic about his chances. In a straight up confrontation, the Captain would be skewered if not riddled with the myriad of weapons that the Sin had available. If he could close the distance then it would be a different story but from so far away, the most he could do right now was hope either Edward pulled it together or something unexpected happened.

When Stonewell remained quiet, Jorgen took it as a signal to continue speaking. "It's quite alright, you simply bet on the wrong horse. You're human, it happens to the best of you. Now if you have no further objections, I will be-"

The harbormaster stopped as his head whipped toward a far off direction. Walter, noticing the abrupt silence turned to the man next to him who seemed absolutely focused on whatever he was looking toward. Before he could ask what it was, Jorgen dissolved into black dust and flew off in that direction not unlike the way Greed had done earlier.

The Captain blinked as he realized he was alone and after a moment shrugged and sent up a thanks to whoever seemed to answer his call. Pulling out his pistol, he took careful aim at Envy who was completely oblivious to the old man's intention.

"You and I are going to have a very pointed conversation when this is over, runt."

Envy's face was in a maniacal grin as he continued to struggle against Wrath and more blood poured from the tears in his target's body. It wouldn't be long now until he would tear the young man in half then move to finish him off once and for all.

He could imagine how pissed Talib would be when he found out that Wrath was gone but his mind was already broken anyway. Envy would never have blatantly disregarded orders in front of the alchemist, but with him not currently here, the Sin could. He had already suffered the agony of being educated and stuck in that hell once, going back with the knowledge he killed the Furious Sin somehow made the thought of going back bearable in his deranged mind.

He doubled his efforts and was prepared to let out a mighty roar before pulling as hard as he could when a gunshot resounded throughout the courtyard. Envy's left shoulder suddenly lurched forward as a bullet hit it, the pain was minimal but the abrupt feeling interrupted his concentration and caused his left arms to slack when his right arms pulled.

Wrath was sent flying into the castle and crashed through the wooden frame and out of Envy's sight and range of control. Furious, someone had caused him to let go of his prey he had dead to rights, Envy whirled around toward where the gunshot originated from and could see an old man with a smoking pistol in his hand.

Raising a hand, weapons that were left lying around the courtyard rose with his movements and he pointed at the old man, launching the arsenal at him. The old man quickly dove into the castle as the weapons barraged his previous position. Not believing he had succeeded in killing the insect who dared to interfere, Envy raised his hands to create more weapons to barrage the old man's position when heavy footsteps rushed toward him.

A fist made of ice and snow slammed into him launching him off his feet and skidding across the ground. Rolling over into a crouched position, Envy glared at the large snowman who was stomping his way over to him.

Earlier, Gerda and Kai watched as Edward was being slowly torn apart. The two of them's first reaction was to help the young man but the blank but menacingly fanged grin he gave the two of them was still fresh in their minds. He looked at them as if he didn't recognize either of them and was about to pounce on them had that naked man not impaled him.

Gerda knew that Edward was special in a way that wasn't normal but Grand Pabbie didn't give her any specifics beside the facts that he was very strong and quite resilient. She wanted to know more about the young man who more than once shocked her today and was about to ask Marshmallow to help when the sound of a gunshot echoed in the courtyard followed by the sound of something wooden breaking.

Her eyes zipped up to the balcony where the Yule bell usually was and saw Walter with a smoking pistol. She had wondered where he had disappeared to and what he was doing out of his wheelchair. His expression was a cold and calculated one as he stared down at the situation below, not seemingly phased by what he saw.

The older woman at that moment felt that Walter knew more than he was letting on and planned on asking him about it. For now, if Walter was willing to help Edward then that was all the reason she needed.

"Marshmallow," The snow giant turned toward the servant at the sound of his name. "I need you to give us Elsa and go get the bad man right over there."

The large snowman didn't question the older woman's request due to his mother telling him about the people he should listen to if he ever saw them. Bending down to carefully place his mother in the waiting arms of the two servants who each braced an arm over their shoulders, the snow giant turned with a sense of violence and stomped his way over to the bad man before swinging at him.

Kai and Gerda watched Marshmallow face down the naked man before the two of them carried Elsa into the castle.

Wrath crashed through the main doors of the throne room and bounced off the ground before skidding to a halt. Blood flowed freely from the grevious wounds all over his body, yet the stakes that still impaled him stemmed an even greater blood flow. Such wounds would have anyone screaming in pain but the predator remained as silent as the dead.

His mind was void of any thoughts, the only thing resembling a thought was the ever present thirst for rage.

His claws twitched as he slowly moved them to lift his body up, his muscles resisted the movement but all the same moved until he was back on his feet. Wrath stood with his body in tatters: his bare feet were covered in scratches, his pants were ripped and ragged, his vest and shirt was halfway hanging on to his right side while the opposite side was shredded. Not to mention all the spikes that deeply stained his rags that were his clothes with deep crimson.

Such a sight would be something that came straight out of a nightmare.

Wrath's reserves were low; he had pushed himself too hard with the little power he had from those twenty prototypes compared to however many Envy had from both himself and Talib, forming him from the alchemist's own body.

The predator still had enough to maintain his left arm but black dust ever so often would blow away from the arm, showing that it was dwindling. If Wrath could think, he'd know that he wasn't going to last very long.

But all he could currently do was latch on to Envy's anger that had begun to grow once again. The predator could see the Jealous Sin face down his large opponent with annoyance as he rolled out of the way of another heavy punch before swinging his weapons at the segments of the giant's appendages.

First went the right leg, then the left arm before the right. The large snowman fell to the ground with a deafening thud as Envy fought to catch his breath. His mind went back to a time long ago when Hans was explaining to him and Greed about her powers and possible threats. The former Prince went on to explain that the Snow Queen's large monster was strong and impervious to physical attacks. The only thing that seemed to work on him was attacking the ice sections that connected his appendages to his body.

Envy thought of it as a trivial piece of information back then given they would not be engaging the Snow Queen at her ice palace and would be kidnapping her from her home where the snow giant was not likely to be. How fitting it came in handy given what had happened from back then to now.

The Jealous Sin ignored the large snowman who continued to growl at him as he walked into the castle to bring this farce to a close.

Wrath's sensitive ears could make out the distinct footsteps that Envy made as he traversed the castle straight to the throne room. The predator knew that the Jealous Sin could feel where he was, the spikes in his body seemed to rattle with each step that drew the two of them closer.

Wrath the Furious turned to face Envy the Jealous just as he entered the throne room.

The air in the throne room grew heavy as both of them stared at one another with different starving hungers. Wrath wanted to indulge in the inferno of rage from Envy that all stemmed from the latter blaming the former for the hellish pain he endured. Envy wanted to bask in the satisfaction of watching Wrath be reduced to nothing but a gory mess on the ground before turning into dust and being blown away with the wind.

Wrath flexed his claws and bared his fangs as Envy created six serrated edge short swords one for each of his hands.

It was time to bring this conflict to a close.

I am SO sorry guys, I'm still trying to figure out work and making time to update this fanfic. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I'm going to enjoy writing the next one, its gonna be action packed and heart racing writing it and I hope you all love it with the climatic ending of Wrath vs Envy. The War of Arendelle arc has been going for 16 CHAPTERS, I'm going to end it, hopefully no more than 20 as it is nearing its conclusion. If you have comments you'd like to send my way please drop a pm or REVIEW, I will certainly get back with you with a response as soon as possible. Until next time!

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