The cold air blows past you. It feels nice on your skin as you walk this land. You aren't used to the cold winds of Arendelle. You remember the embracing sun of your home. You could step outside and the sun would wrap it's warmth around you like you were its child. Arendelle hasn't given that same welcome.
You continue to track through the harsh terrain. You've been trained to be mobile in all areas, but there is an exception now. You look at your wounds: A stab wound to the left arm and left leg. You have dressed them as well as you could but they continue to hurt and slow you down.
You grind your teeth to ignore the pain. You're surprised there wasn't poison on any of the knives that were thrown at you. There is still a possibility there was, but the effects haven't kicked in yet. That's highly doubtful though, as you have been traveling for days. You know that the poison they use would have taken effect days ago.
You check your belt to make sure your katana is properly attached. The blade is sheathed but the hilt and sheath are covered by some fabric. Patrolling guards in these parts could get suspicious seeing someone with a katana. Anything that isn't a broadsword would draw suspicion.
You focus your ears for any signs of animals or people. You take a deep breath and concentrate. You can hear some squirrels in the trees, hiding from the harsh snow. You can't hear a bird, but that is normal. There is one thing that catches your attention. It is the huff of a wolf. Where there is one wolf, there is no doubt there are more around.
One last thing catches your ear. A ruffling in the trees and some snow falling off them. You become alert at this. The sound could only mean one thing. You grab your sword and start moving at a faster pace towards Arendelle. You can see the fjord, so the actual city can't be far.
You move faster but not too fast. Even though you are trying to run your wounds constrict you to a light jog. You can hear the trees behind you being disturbed. You grab the hilt on your katana and use your strength to break it free of the fabric. You just catch another swords attack.
You see a masked man's eyes before he pushes off your sword and takes position a meter away. You are pushed back a little but keep your footing. He is alone, as far as you can tell. You don't know his identity but you have a good idea of where he is from.
"You can't just leave, (Y/N). We're all brothers to our death."
You remain silent and keep your sword close. You take a defensive posture. He sighs and shakes his head.
"Are you really not going to speak?"
You start backing up slowly, keeping your defense. He knows you. He knows that you're in an almost impenetrable position. You tighten the grip of your sword. A drop of sweat slides down your face. You know you can't win in your current state, but you didn't think you were that nervous.
The man starts making his way towards you. He realizes you are in no condition for a fight – that you're simply bluffing. You hear hooves making your way towards your location. You crack a smile of relief.
"Go Sven!" a man commands.
A Reindeer mounted sled flies past you. You almost instantly sheath the sword and grab hold of the sled. You smile as the distance between you and the masked man widens. You use your muscles to make yourself as light as possible, so nobody notices your presence.
After a short time your muscles give out. You are much closer to Arendelle now, but your wounds are too much. You let go of the sled and tumble through the snow. You grunt in pain. You lay there for a second before getting your face out of the snow and up to the sky, watching the clouds pass by. You can feel the snow melting on your cheek. It's nice.
You try to get up but your muscles aren't responding. They don't like you right now and are taking a lunch break. You chuckle at the thought of your muscles rebelling against you. You have treated them so poorly since childhood, but they have become stronger for it. They should be thanking you.
But you know it isn't your muscles that are rebelling against you. It's the fact that you've lost a lot of blood. If your wounds aren't treated soon then you know you're done for. You hear more hooves and hope that you aren't being arrested. You look to your sword which is a short distance away from you. You try your best to move towards it. You clench your fist in the snow and use all your strength to flip yourself closer to it.
It only took that, as the sword was only centimeters away from you. You grasp it and pull it closer. It's your best friend, you aren't leaving it behind. The fabric around it is mostly intact. You could fix it up given the right materials. You doubt there will be any available any time soon.
You hold it close as your eyes slowly fade. You hear armour hitting itself as the hooves approach. You assume they're guards. A patrol, most likely.
"Sir, I have found an injured man! He seems to be alive!"
You fade out.
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A beautiful blonde haired woman walks through the halls. The sound of her heels resonate though the halls. She slides a hair back into place before opening a door. A group of high ranking officials await her, all sitting in chairs. There is one chair still untaken, however. It is likely for her. It is the largest chair and is the most decorated. She slickly takes a seat and crosses her legs.
Her blue dress sparkles as she prepares herself. She lightly places her hands on her lap and looks towards the group.
"My apologies for being behind. My sister forgets I am queen, sometimes."
"No need for apologies your majesty, but may we get started?" The man sitting closest to her asks.
She nods.
"Ok, first we have a problem within the walls. The people are worried about the food supply. This winter started earlier than expected."
"No need to worry Henry, the castle has plenty of food stored away for emergency. Let the people know we have their backs. However, remind them not to abuse it. We don't want to use emergency food if we don't need to," she addresses.
They agree with what she has said.
"Next, the guards have a troubling report," Henry reads.
The queen leans in to the group a little bit, showing intrigue.
"Someone was found by a guard patrol. They were injured with two stab wounds and some other minor injuries, which consisted of cuts and bruises."
The group showed little interest in this story. Even the queen recoils a little.
"However, he was found with a weapon. A katana."
The groups starts to chatter amongst themselves.
"It wasn't a normal one either. This had the craftsmanship and markings of the Dragon Clan."
A small uproar occurs. The queen raises her hand, meaning she wants everyone to be silent.
"Have we talked to the man? Where did the guards put..."
"Him, your majesty," Henry finishes.
"Where did the guards put him?"
"Well, they brought him to our doctor then threw him in the dungeons. Last report was that Captain Durr was going to interrogate him."
The queen stands up, "I would like to be there. One from the Dragon Clan arriving in Arendelle is uncommon and needs to be addressed."
The group nods and waits for the queen to leave.
The queen makes her way to the dungeons. She has read about the Dragon Clan before. From what she knows, they are a group of fierce warriors and master assassins. Each member is put through intense training as a child and it only gets harder as they grow up.
They are for hire, but are so expensive that they are rarely used. However they are known for being extremely effective. The reason for one being in Arendelle is very concerning for the queen. She remembers a story her father told her about the Dragon Clan.
He would always say, "The Dragon Clan will come and get the little girls who don't go to bed!"
He'd start tickling her and her sister then chase them around. It was only later that she found out her grandfather was actually assassinated by a member of the Dragon Clan. Was this man here to kill her? She was ready to ask.
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You are strung up against the wall by two chains. Your hands are separated and locked. Your feet were simply bound together. You look around and think. You didn't expect Arendelle to greet you like this, but you anticipated the guards to lock you up if they recognized your sword, which they did. At least they properly took care of your wounds. You feel better, but not at full strength.
You try to find a way out. The chains that hold you are old and rusty, as are the bars that blocking the window leading outside. It is possible to get out, but not in your condition. You also think about the man following you. You aren't sure, but you guess it was Zander. The voice sounded about right to be his. But that was a simple guess. The fear, however, is that he may attack while you are locked up. There isn't much you can do locked up as you are. You see some rats picking up loose pieces of bread scattered over the floor. They have to eat too.
You start to hear clicking from a distance. There is a variety of sounds that accompany it, but that one stands out. You see some heads in the small window the door has. They all get bodies as the door is opens. Four guards walk in and take position around the cell. A more important looking guard with a funny moustache walks in alongside a beautiful young women.
You stare at her for a moment. Her dress is something else, you can tell. It can't be normal material, it sparkles too much. Her hair is braided down her shoulder and onto her chest. She is slender, yet strong looking. You assume she is some sort of noble.
"We know who you are. Where you have come from," the women states.
The more important guard puts his hands in front of his to reveal your sword. Your face cringes. You attempt to move towards it but the chains keep you away. The guards notice this.
"Don't like us touching your sword?" The man taunts.
He unsheathes the blade and starts swinging it around. He has skill in his swings, but he isn't using the sword properly. This angers you. You try to get close to him again. He raises the sword to your chin.
The woman places her hand on the man's arm and lowers it.
"Captain, please."
He bows in apologies. He sheathes your sword and hands it to the women. She examines it.
"May I look at the blade?" She asks.
You remain silent and just stare into her eyes. She stares right back. She sees something in your eyes.
"My name is Elsa. Queen Elsa of Arendelle. You may know me as The Snow Queen."
You aren't moved by this information. You know of Elsa from your travels here. However you didn't know what she looks like, or that she looks so beautiful. You had heard she has a sister too.
"What is your name?" She softly asks.
You remain silent.
Just give me my sword and let me go, you think. I have no interest in talking even if I could.
Elsa's face saddens at your silence. You see this and sigh. You look to your sword and nod. She realizes that you allow her to see the blade. She slowly pulls the sword out of the sheath and looks at it. She handles it better than the captain did. She sees a dragon slithering across the entire blade.
You watch as strangers defile your sword. You did let Elsa handle it, but the blade was meant for your hands only. The simple act of letting someone use your sword shows a huge amount of trust. You don't trust any of these people, yet they still hold your sword. It's like watching your best friend be manhandled. You didn't enjoy this.
"What are we going to do with him, my queen?" Captain Durr asks.
She gives him a quick glance then turns her attention back to the blade. She sheathes it but keeps it with her.
"Has he shown any sign of resistance? Any sign of violence?" Elsa asks.
The Captain shakes his head, "This is the most he has rebelled since we took him into custody."
Elsa stares at you for a moment, "Did you come here to kill someone?"
You shake your head slowly. That's all Elsa needs.
"Release him but have him under watch. He goes nowhere without me knowing. At least for now."
"Yes, my queen," the Captain says, slamming his chest.
He undoes the chains that hold you. You fall to the ground but quickly get yourself back on your feet. You stare at Elsa for a moment then look at your sword. You reach out to grab it but are stopped by the swords of the guards. Elsa raises her hand then lowers it. The guards put away their swords.
"My apologies, but with your history we cannot allow you to wield a weapon just yet."
You gaze at her with anger but it fades. You'll get your sword back one way or another. The guards escort you out of the dungeons and to the streets.
"I never got your name," Elsa whispers to herself.
She thinks about your eyes. What she saw in them. She saw pain flowing through your eyes.
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The guards release you to the streets. You have no idea what to do here. You reach for your coin pouch but it isn't anywhere to be found.
The guards took it!
You decide to walk through the streets until night falls. It will be easier to infiltrate the castle at night. In the mean time you might as well get a feel for the town. It will be easier to relax that way. You walk through the streets and see it without your eyes.
You listen, smell, and hear what is happening around you. You were always thought that sight is a weakness – that you must use your other senses in order to truly understand a place. To truly understand another person, as well. You never knew why your master wanted you to understand people better. You had twenty years to learn about people, and they are all the same.
Your senses trick you. You open your eyes and see a chocolate shop. Your nose lead you here, most likely. You knew your body had its own ideas! You start to walk away but hear a familiar voice.
"Anna, I think you've bought enough chocolate for today."
You are certain that is the same voice from the sled. The one that unknowingly saved you earlier.
"Oh Kristoff, you have so much to learn. There is never such a thing as 'enough chocolate,'" a female voice responds.
This voice sounds cheery and happy. You get a feeling that this girl might be annoying. It's probably best if you left. As you turn to leave you hear a disturbance in the air. You turn around quickly and catch something in your hands. It's a piece of chocolate.
Your body relaxes and you smile at the situation. The man and woman – who you assume to be Anna and Kristoff – were looking at you, trying to keep in laughter. Behind them was the person serving the chocolate who seemed to be apologizing with his eyes. You chuckle and walk over to the three. You place the piece of chocolate on the counter and give a slight nod to the server before departing.
"That was quite the catch," Anna yells out. "I think that deserves a piece of chocolate, on me."
You turn to face her and slowly shake your head, saying no. She gets out of her seat and pulls you by the ear.
"What is with men and chocolate? Just accept my offer silly."
You refrain from doing anything to defend yourself. You are uncomfortable right now, but any action in the town would jeopardize your chances to reclaim your sword. She sits you down beside her and hands you a piece of chocolate. You look at the man beside her. He smiles and tilts his head, advising you to eat it.
You huff and eat the chocolate slowly. You take in every second of the sweet. It dances on your taste buds as you chew it. You let some of it melt onto your tongue before swallowing it. Anna smiles as you eat it. She can tell you know how to eat chocolate.
"Did you like it?" She eagerly asks.
You nod your head. She smiles and claps her hands rapidly. Kristoff chuckles.
"I think we bothered this man enough tonight," he says.
You shrug. It wasn't too bad. You need the distraction, and besides that, you haven't eaten all day.
"How would you like to walk around Arendelle with us? We can have fun!"
Kristoff sighs, he meant for this to be their night and here Anna is inviting a total stranger.
You see the look on his face. You connect eyes. You show a sign that you don't want to interrupt. You'll leave if he wants.
He gives you a look, asking you to leave. You wink at him. You look at Anna and shake your head. Before she can argue you walk away. You respect people having their own time and you assume they are a couple. You know of the romantic relationships people have. You don't want to interrupt anything.
You walk around aimlessly until dusk. You notice Elsa is keeping her word on having the guards watch you. You always see a guard around watching you. You smile. You'll have some fun losing them in the night, and the game is just about to begin.
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