A/N: Hey, guys. For all you artists who read this, I am holding a contest about whoever can draw Will the best. Please PM me with your drawings. The winner will get to see their artwork as the new cover art for this story, and possibly the sequel too. Double points if you can draw him and Elsa interacting in some way!

Thanks,

Fen

Chapter 15

I immediately sat up, sucking in mouthfuls of air, before falling back down again in pain. My trip to the land of the dead sadly hadn't healed my stomach or my wrist. Much.

I looked down at my stomach to see it slowly knitting itself back together to where it wasn't life threatening, but definitely painful. My wrist, however, didn't heal at all.

I slowly got up this time, still taking deep breaths, as I looked around. I was still on the floor of Elsa's room, with Lars' body next to me, my blade still stuck in his throat. I looked over at him. His eyes were still open. I slowly reached over and closed them, softly muttering, "Rest in peace, Templar."

After closing Lars' eyes, I looked around. The floor around me was completely covered in blood, a mixture of mine and Lars'. I tried to push myself up, but the action brought too much pain from my stomach. I grunted as it shot through me.

I dragged myself, using my uninjured hand, to the wall, where I looked for something to hold onto to pull my self up. My hand reached a shelf attached to the wall. I grabbed it, accidentally shoving something off of it. It fell to the floor with a thud, breaking into dozens of little, sharp pieces.

I dearly hope that wasn't expensive. I agonizingly pulled myself up to standing position. Leaning heavily against the wall, I slowly shuffled out of the bedroom.

In the hallway, I looked out of the hole Lars' fire had made. I could see the courtyard below me, completely empty. I looked over the town. No one was out and about, even though it was late morning. I looked over the castle. I couldn't see much, my view being limited, but I cold see part of one tower.

The fag was at half-mast. That meant someone had died. I turned from the hole and continued down the hallway, hoping to see a guard or something to help me get to a doctor.

Behind me, I heard several pairs of footsteps. I turned around to see guards coming down the hallway. I motioned for them to come help me. One nodded and walked over, while the rest went into the room where the battle took place.

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing would come out. I was able to croak out, "Water..." The guard nodded, and with a rustling from his pouch, got a small canteen full of liquid and handed it to me. I unscrewed it with one hand and tipped it down my throat. The felling of cold water going down my throat was the best feeling in the world in that moment.

I handed the now lighter canteen back to the guard, who took it with a nod before speaking. "Sir, how did you come to be in the castle?"

I quickly came up with a lie. "Uh..." Well, not so quickly.

Suddenly, I heard one of the guards in the room say, "Aren't there supposed to be two bodies?"

My eyes widened. The guard took notice. "Sir, I must ask you to come with me." Just as he said this, the other guards came walking out of the room, dragging Lars behind them. Four guards, all armed, against me, unarmed and with a severely burned midsection. Nope.

I nodded and shuffled along behind the guard, who turned to walk with the rest of the guards before coming back to help me walk. I hung my arm around his neck and leaned on him as we went down the castle. The rest of the guards went outside, but the one holding me up took me somewhere else. I looked at him questioningly.

"My sister is an Assassin. I know what you all look like."

I looked at the guard warily. He smiled, "I know where the guild is. I can take you there if you want." I nodded slowly. I quickly used the air around me to figure if there was a dart in my phantom blade. There was. Minerva's words ran through my head. Side effects? That can't be good.

We finally got to the Assassin guild, where the yet-to-be-named guard helped me lean against the wall. I nodded to him and said, "Thanks."

The guard nodded and smiled before running back to the castle. I looked at the door to the guild. On the outside, it was calm and peaceful, especially with whatever was going on at the castle. I knew, however, that on the inside, Assassins were trying to figure out who would be the next Mentor.

I hoped to whoever guides the world that it wouldn't be me.

As it turned out, I had nothing to worry about. No one had picked out a new Mentor yet, as I had mysteriously disappeared. Apparently people had noticed that I was gone for eight hours. Never thought that would happen.

I was immediately bandaged and taken to the medical wing of the guild, before being bombarded with questions. All I said was that I had killed the man who killed the Mentor. Most people weren't satisfied, but the doctor made everyone else leave me be.

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One month passed. My right wrist was mostly healed, but I still was having trouble moving all my fingers to their full range. My left hand was completely healed, and my torso was just being unwrapped.

"William, I cannot allow you to go on a mission anytime soon. I literally unwrapped your torso twenty seconds ago. Be patient!" The doctor yelled at me.

"But Doc, I'm just so restless! Can I at least go around the city?" I pleaded.

"Well..." Normally, the Mentor would decide when an Assassin was fit for missions, after the doctor of course. But with the Mentor, there were certain loopholes. And since there was no Mentor... that wouldn't work.

The doctor finally gave in to my request. I almost jumped for joy, before realizing that the doctor would scold me if I did so. I merely walked at a brisk pace out of the medic area, towards my quarters.

Theo said he had my new blades ready, and I was very excited to see the new modifications I had requested. When I got to my quarters, a box was lying on my bed. I quickly rushed toward it and opened it with excitement.

My left hidden blade was still 180 in design, the same as before, as well as having a phantom blade attachment. My right hidden blade was completely different. It was now a hook blade, an Asian design that could be used to preform different moves and assassinations, as well as hook on buildings and ziplines. Arendelle was integrating them into the city now.

It also had a pouch for fitting a blade in. My method of killing Lars inspired me to make it so I could do it again without completely destroying my mechanism. I thought it was pretty cool.

I left the guild in a hurry; it had been my prison for the past month. The first thing on my list of things to do was tell Elsa I was alive. The last time she had seen me, I was pretty dead.

I climbed to the top of the nearest tall building. There was a new zipline on top. I ejected my hook blade and took a deep breath before sprinting off the edge of the building. My blade hooked just in time and I was sent down the zipline, smiling the whole way.

I landed near the castle. I walked toward the front gate, across the bridge, with a skip in my step. Reaching the guards at the gate, they asked me, "What business do you have at the castle of Arendelle?"

In a relatively formal tone, even though I was laughing on the inside, I replied, "Please tell the Queen that William is here to see her."

One of the guards nodded and went inside for a moment. He came back after a minute and said, "The Queen will see you now."

They opened the gate and led me in. Elsa was sitting on her throne, and for a moment, I almost stopped in awe at her beauty. I don't know why, but at that moment, she was the most beautiful person I had ever seen.

And then I saw the expression on her face.

To say Elsa was pissed would be an understatement. She was beyond livid. When her eyes met mine, I thought I was facing Lars' fire attacks again. I was seriously tempted to run away while I still had two legs.

"Leave us!" she barked to the guards in the room. The guards looked at me and the sinister look on their queen's face before shuffling out of the room quietly.

Once the guards all left the room, the Queen, regal as ever, walked slowly towards me, looking straight into my eyes. I looked around the room for escape routes.

Two open windows. Nope, too high. She could definitely freeze me before I even made it halfway up. One door behind me. Easy to completely freeze it before I get there. Crap.

She stepped right up close to me and looked into my eyes. We were so close, I could lean down only about six inches and bump my forehead against hers. All these thoughts were completely knocked out of my mind with a SMACK echoing through the throne room.

I clutched my face instinctively before straightening up again. "I guess I deserved that," I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck.

Elsa was still pissed. She hit me again. SMACK! "YOU GUESS?!" I backed up slowly, my hands in a peaceful gesture in front of me.

"You were gone for a month, Will! A month! And did you tell me you were alive at all?! NO! You let me think you were dead! I cried for days, Will! For two days straight!" Elsa walked forward, each step emphasizing her anger.

"I was so scared that they would come for me again..." she looked down, and I realized just how much I had hurt her by not telling her I was alive.

"Elsa, I'm sorry-" I tried before her eyes whipped up to meet mine again.

"You're sorry, Will? You're sorry? You left me for a month, thinking you were dead." She would have said more, but I silenced her by embracing her and pressing my lips to hers.