AN: I'm back at it again.

Disclaimer: I don't own Disney or Frozen

Warning: There's a big fat G!P coming your way ElsaxAnna, as well as minor spoilers from the Frozen 2 trailer.

Dark cold air froze my lungs as I hugged my fur-collared jean-jacket up close to my body, making me hate the North even more. The black-rocky earth mixed with the sands sat under me making the pebble trapped in my boots even more annoying. The large rolling tide of waves filled with unknown large pillars of rock and the tall black cliffs trapped us, all of it making us take refuge in the small plot of land all four of us stood on. To the distance, a large piece of cliff fell with a mighty yet mute-like splash into the collapsing screaming storm of a sea, as I knew this was the reason why they called this area Stonefalls. With Elsa standing in front of the large waves, Hans and I held back waiting within the darkness.

"What the fuck are we doing here? Gods, I hate the North," I spat holding my balled fists to my mouth to keep warm. A sly smirk came to Hans face as he poked, "What, don't like the weather Southerner?"

"I hope you know, I still have enough energy to kick your ass."

"And I still have enough energy to call your brother." Shutting up I bit back my pride hating every single moment; it was useless, I had no choice but to be held captive. Sensing something behind me, a noticed four people emerge from the rocky carved path that led to our very destination. A grim smile came to Hans' lips as he spoke, "Ah, it seems like your students have arrived your excellence."

"Are you fucking kidding me, you took me all the way out here for a teaching lesson?"

Stalking over to our side, Bathory sat on his haunches speaking up, "You really are a Southerner after all? Allow me to explain, here in the North Warlocks honor strength and intellect above all. For them it is the natural order of the old way; you Alchemists may have your festivals and feasts to honor the joys around you, but we here to the North have The Running."

Watching the students line up in front of us they disrobed, my insides jumped at the sight in front of me. Their bruised and cut bodies were all that I had seen from under the dirt and muck of the earth. Weakly they stood, their heads were shaved with only a tattooed seven-digit coded number on the backs of their skulls serving as new-world order identification.

Only clothed in tattered shorts, their bare feet swayed as the sharpness of the salty-rocks served no comfort for them to stand on. Their shivering bodies braced against the cold air that the current rolled in, as the four couldn't have been any older than sixteen. Sudden footsteps came to my ears making me take my focus away from the teens as Elsa appeared to the three of us, her tall slender body stood firm with strength. The cold daring look sat in her blue jewels as it was all that remained on her face; removing her vest, tie, and heels the students looked down in respect. Handing the items to Hans a small nod was given his way before setting her sights to me before going back to her task.

What the hell was that look about?

Turning her back her voice and body reached to the young student's ears, her aura cold and dark like the waves and sky above. Placing her hands behind her back in militant form, her posture remained planted like the roots of a tree.

"Twenty-seven of you were sent out six-months ago and only four of you survived. Take note that some of those that you've lost were brothers, sisters, I'm sure some of you would even go so far as to call these people your friends. However, your dreams of what could've been are nothing but that, dreams."

Spotting the hurt look in the student's eyes, I knew there was more, as I sensed the trauma that existed within them.

Hearing Elsa continue she did, "The reality is that some of you might not make it today if anything all of you will die today. I know you've faced death more times than you can count, but that is not the end of it as this is the way of old; this is what it means to be a Warlock of Stonefalls Academy. It is that pride and natural strength that brings you here to obtain your Mark of Mastery as Storm-Walkers. In your succession, if you survive you will be one step closer to joining your intellectual peers as Warlocks; and in that, you will bring honor to your Houses. For your final test, you are to make it to that rock over there and make it safely back."

Watching her point the large rock that stood high out of the random graveyard of rocky coast, the storms of thunder started as the rain started to roll in a rage.

"These lads are never going to make it to Whitehall," Hans spoke out.

"What's Whitehall?" Watching him roll his eyes, mirth coming to his features as I didn't like the bastards look one bit as he spoke, "Whitehall is the next step these young lads will face; unlike your ignorant band of Alchemists, we Warlocks have four schools of mastery. Whitehall, Havenfell, Stonefalls, and Summerfall. These schools are where these students will go if they pass today, and if they're lucky they will get to meet other instructors who will take over the mantle. However, it is Elsa's job as headmistress and queen to inspire the next generation of Warlocks for the wars to come."

"What do yo-"

"Shh, she's starting."

Watching the tall woman loosen her braid she settled for a low-nape ponytail. Watching her, I remembered the woman to be more majestic than I remembered. Strong willed, daring and dangerous I watched as Elsa's bare feet moved on the dark-stony sand below her.

Taking one last look to her students she called out, "All of you watch." Running into the open shore a white path of ice led the way to her footing, as Anna's shock came with the massive on-coming wave that headed Elsa's way.

"Is she fucking crazy? She's never going to make that thing," I explained swiping my head back to the wolf, noticing the blank stare he watched on before speaking, "You underestimate her and that is a grave mistake child, now watch and learn as you will know why the people worship her."

With the wave coming and Elsa running at full force, the cold ice of winter swept in as it claimed the watery sea encasing the crashing wave in ice. Running up the breaking of the wave from its captured form broke apart. I was in amazement as I watched her clear another wall of water blocking her; freezing another wave she settled on a rock before going again, gaining more distance as I could see her heading to her goal.

"You see, the thing that you Alchemists lack is patience and restraint. You maybe vast knowers of the alchemic arts, but you are no masters of the elements. Control, strength, vitality, cunning, wit and knowledge is what it means to be a Warlock. Not all things are shrouded in passion child, you would do best to know it," Bathory spoke out, leaving my side.

Rolling my eyes at the wolfs rant; I watched as she made it to her goal, the roaring of water and clashing of thunder and lightning putting fear into the students. With an instant, my eyes came from the rock of a finish line where she stood to the shores where she reappeared once again soaking and wet.

Swallowing my mind fought hard not to draw a blank as her clothing clung to her shape, making me see the faintest outline of her bra and perfect breasts. Her hair had slid from its low-nape ponytail casting down to her shoulders freely. Shaking my head inwardly I counted from ten in an attempt not to give in.

"Instructor Hans will see to your trial," Elsa commanded as she moved to the back of the young band.

"Watch Alchemist, for this is the way we do things in the North," Hans spoke out before walking past me bumping me directly in the shoulder. With Elsa taking her place by the wolves side, I watched the band ready themselves. Shouting like a drill Sargent, I watched as Hans rambled more uselessness much to my ears annoyance. Before I was able to register any of it a loud pop came as they were off and into the waves. With each of them running into the ocean, they resembled a fish-out-of-water as they were awkward within the sea.

"Are they going to make it," I asked as another starved student was swept within a wave, from the white foamed waves I saw his head hit dangerously against the rocky coast.

Watching blood sprawl within the water it was clear that he needed to be saved, pushing forward to save him a firm hand as cold as burning ice covered my shoulder. Shrugging my shoulder from her grip I geared up as my anger fueled me shouting, "What the fuck is wrong with you!"

"Interfere again, and I will have you executed." The dark cold screams of the cracking thundered shore gave way to the cold dead-pan voice of Elsa. I didn't dare to look back the petrifying fear of fury shook me to the core. Still, I could feel it, even after ten years. It was those eyes of judgment, those sapphire blues that burned like stars, freezing all the blood and fire in me. I stared in agony as I couldn't do anything for the screams, the mastication of it all added to my guilt. The North was a harsh place and it was the North that kept their ways, a logic that I could never understand.

"Come." It was a simple command; the dark low voice of freezing fury was all that remained. The slight change in the air told me that she'd left to lead me. Giving one last glance back to the blackened gray shores, there were no longer screams as they were silent like freshly fallen snow. Everything had been silenced, and everything sealed, as The Sea of Stonefalls silenced those who entered.

Pillars stood tall as they were infused to the grey stone brick walls, the massiveness of the grand hall towered letting the cold unfeeling wind of the North slip through into my bones. Distinguished stain-glass windows were scattered thinly along the walls. From the outside of the coast, I could see overhanging crenellations for archers and artillery telling me the true age of the building. When many humans thought to the countryside it was as if none could picture it, as only the city of Arendelle remained at the forefront.

My shoes scuffed the marble floors of the large keep, all of it made me realize just how deep a hold the Warlocks had on humanity. It wasn't just Arendelle that they owned, but they were rooted into the entire continent of Arberin. The continent of Arberin; known as the continent that never was. Far into the reaches of the Arctic, it stood as it was the first place in which the Grim-More appeared; untouched by time and unknown to the human world. The word Arberin coming from the ancient Anarian tongue that was lost to the world, a tongue that only Gods, Titans, and Dragons spoke. To all that knew, it was a dead language; from before the creation of Yore. With more races of Grim-More mixing their own customs and cultures, only low-Anarian existed.

Speaking up I couldn't hold it in any longer, "Where the hell are we?"

Elsa spoke up her voice clear and unbothered, "Surely, you would notice a school when you see it. However, if you must know we are in Stonefalls Academy."

"Academy? This place looks nothing like what I heard, as you know I've only stayed South of Arberin all my life. Minus coming to see you at Lavinsport Estate all those years ago." Elsa gave me no comment still, I spoke on in disbelieving shock, "Wow. So, this is the famous Stonefalls Keep?" Turning around to get a three-hundred and sixty-degree look of the place, it was hard to picture it as a school.

As Stonefalls was a large keep I could only think about it in its prime, as I'd heard stories as a girl. Some knew of the Great Salt-Kings who ruled over the seas and others didn't. It was only then when I thought to the stories my grandfather told me; telling me of the great barbarians of the sea and storms as he spoke of Gerald-Saltwater and Brandon of Sea-Tower.

Thinking to the two brothers who ruled the coast serving the throne in the North, it was hard to picture anything before the war. The old wise voice of my grandfather rang in my ears, alerting me to a peaceful time within my childhood. It was the two Salt-Kings who snatched those who swam or sailed by their ships and it was those captured who were doomed; as they were fed to the Northern Kings table within his Bloody-Palace. It was a story to scare all the Southern children from straying too far within the night seas, but I knew nothing of fear from the tale. There were many tales like these that were in Arberin, but none I believed.

Walking more into the keep it showed no signs of decay even after the ages, as the cold walls seemed determined to stand against any weaknesses. With my ears perked to the sounds of students chattering, to my sight students of all shapes and sizes came out transferring to their next class; with all passing, they gave their admirations bowing to Elsa in fear and respect.

Despite the location, it was like any other stuck up private school as the students dressed in sweater-vests, slacks, and skirts starched to perfection. Peeking in rooms I noticed that regular lessons went on, and others not so much as feats of magic were performed.

Large metal doors opened leading into the rich large oakwood desk, bookshelves, and French glassed windows as the décor seemed warmer. Small buildings, houses, and other structures populated the grounds outside the castle walls, as I could see more of the cold countryside along with Arendelle in the dark distance. Noticing a small changing screen had been set up it was clear to say that everyone within the building was organized, but then again, I knew Elsa to be someone that was anything but.

"Have a seat." As she went behind the screen to change the feeling felt like something all over again. Sitting down into the plush brown leather seats, I could hear her changing as I tried my best not to look as I was no longer that lovestruck teenager from years ago.

Refocusing on something else I looked around wondering where Bathory had escaped to. Feeling the oncoming thirst for a drink, I watched as the snow started to come down. "You got anything to drink in this place or are you going to have me run some test of death for that too?" Coming out in record time she wore the same style but in the color of black, drying out her hair she re-tied it in a low-nape pony-tail. It was hard to deny that Elsa Menzel was sexy.

Solemnly she sat across from me, her arms on the table knitting her long slender fingers together. Staring with keen annoyance at me, I spoke up uncomfortable with the matter. "So. You're still doing this headmaster thing? Really what does a Queen get out of teaching snot-nosed brats."

"So, you're still doing the delinquent thing I see, but if you wish to mock me then go ahead. However, I'm serving the next generation under me as it is my duty to do so, just as it was my mother's before me."

"Wow what is it with you and duty, I mean I remember you telling me the same crap years ago. What was it? Oh yeah, you couldn't let House Menzel's name be soiled by a little girl who has the blood of Southern Savages."

"Anna look… I didn't come to you so I could argue, I came here because I need you," Elsa spoke. My heart softened at her voice as it was much softer, holding my anger I steeled myself.

"Oh, now you need me? That's just fucking comical," I responded my heart bitter at the woman who broke my heart years ago. "Anna it's not about that, its abou-"

"What's it about hmm? You expect me to do your bidding because you come back into my life unannounced? I had something good going back at that shop it wasn't perfect, but it was damn good and here you come once again fucking up my shit! What were you expecting? Me falling into your arms like some teenager while we walk into the sunset," I shouted my anger getting the best of me.

"Anna, I know you're mad but at the time you have to understand my position back then; I was next in line for the throne and you were just a teenager. How could I do anything with my goal right within my sights?"

Scoffing at the weak excuse, the saddened eyes of Elsa didn't seem enough to quell my anger, "Fuck you! You're not going to come out of this looking like a hero Elsa Menzel! You broke my heart and now after ten years, you want my fucking help?"

The warmth in the room shifted to a bitter air, as I glanced to the annoyance of Elsa gritting her teeth. "Yes, I need your damned help and since you don't believe me or want to hear my side of the story; maybe you can conduct yourself more professionally?"

"Why should I? You come and then you twist my fucking arm to get me in this damned office; then again that is your style isn't it Winter-Blood."

The sour stare from Elsa told it all as the old nickname had stuck, with it being an insult more than an honor I could tell it cut her deep. As I knew no one knew just how old Elsa was, no other Warlock in history could tell and it was just the same for the human realm as researchers stopped searching. However, within the mystery in it, one untraceable name came to everyone's ears; Winter-Blood. No one knows how Elsa came by a name, and no one dared to ask unless they wanted a frozen watery death.

Pinching the bridge of her nose she spoke on annoyed with the name, "I didn't invite you to be insulted; rather than take out your childish anger on me you need to focus on something else as we don't have much time. Mind that you were given a choice, and this is the consequence of that choice, good or bad."

"Yeah, by strong-arming me into this mess. Just what the hell did you and your band of Warlock freaks do?"

"It's not a matter of what we did as it is a matter of what is happening now Anna. War is coming like the likes we've never seen, and we can't let the humans know about this. If we do this whole thing would be for nothing. What I mean to say is that this task I'm giving you is an important one as it is only you that I can trust with such matters." Feeling my heart crack at her soft rich voice, a part of me knew this Elsa as it was a part that no one saw, and I knew Elsa was never one to give her trust easily yet alone speak the word.

Drawing out a long wind of air, my tense shoulders sagged defeated; as my voice began to drop the edge coming off as Elsa slipped on a pair of glasses. "Fine, I'll bite-just tell me what's going on?"

"As much as I want to say I really don't know; in that, I can tell you."

"Wow. A Warlock that doesn't know what's going on; is the sky falling? Please someone call the press," I quipped not knowing what to make of the situation. "Look the little bit we know comes from history, and we can only connect the present matters to now. However, I've come to a hunch along with a few others within the Magistrate still, matters of what I know are scarce that maybe so. However, as for the box getting into your friend's hands that was no mere accident."

"So, what's the hunch?"

"We believe there's a traitor in our ranks, this isn't the first time someone of ill-will wanted to do something like this. I'm sure your ancestors know of such a thing, as I'm sure you know of the tale of the Scarlet King and the Horse Lord."

"Never was much of a reader into our family history, too much a snooze-fest if you ask me. Still, it's looking kind of lonely up at the throne I see. Welcome to the club," I teased before popping up to gather a drink from the mini-bar. Getting what I needed I tossed back the brown liquid before continuing, "I'm not here to help you in your political matters Elsa; besides, what happened to individual strength, natural law, and the old-way?"

"When it comes to the fate of the world, rules I can bend; still even in your disgust with me, we have things to do as we shall commence with our first hunt."

"We? Look you may be my ex-girlfriend and all, but I don't hunt with others meaning there's no we. I do my missions alone and by myself, hell even Kristoff knows that."

A struggling glimpse came to Elsa's features as I couldn't tell what was going on within her. Rubbing her tongue over her teeth within her mouth in annoyance; she spoke out. "Correction, there's an us. Do I need to remind you of your situation?"

"I don't know. Then again, your attitude is starting to make me forget a lot these days," I struck back.

"Let me refresh your memory, your going to need help one way or another. As you need a Warlock to seal these creatures. Last I checked that wasn't your specialty. You need all the help you can get on this mission, this is more than just a suitcase we are in the realm of Gods Anna."

"What do you mean?"

"We've received disturbing reports from all over Arberin. There's a lot of murder scenes as of late and most of them are of the grimmest nature, as many have reported these cases as not of this world. So far, the human government has done their part of the deal by covering the story; as the cases are within isolated areas."

Taking out a file Elsa slapped the thick folder down, walking up to the desk I spotted blurry images that were enlarged and uneven. Noticing what it was, the image wasn't hard to tell as I turned my head in frustration.

"Shit, it's a fucking Griffin. I thought those things were extinct?" Watching me keenly from her knitted fingers Elsa spoke up her mind clear as she gathered the facts, "They were, it is a Griffin but not just any Griffin."

"What do you mean?"

"The witness that spoke to our human allies told them that this Griffin spoke, along with her stating that the large beast had strained marks where chains had once been."

"You think it's one of those creatures from the fucking suitcase?"

"Well, Anna what Griffon do you know to speak?" Taking another sip of my drink, my mind worked in overtime as I'd heard of creatures with legendary powers from long since passed. With Grim-More being the smaller less dangerous of these creatures and my ancestors hunting these great beasts down into extinction; it was clear to say that this mission became more troublesome than what was needed.

"Look I'm no hunter, hell my family hasn't done that shit since I don't know, fucking forever! I'm just here to get this damn suitcase," I spat, the alcohol coming to life in my veins.

"Yes, that is true, but your blood like mine never forgets and it is your duty to put a stop to these creatures. If we don't there will be another war with humans and more lives lost. This is a situation I'm sure your father wouldn't want. Besides I have a plan."

"Wow, you have a plan isn't that convenient. While you Warlocks were in your keeps hiding and planning centuries ago, we Alchemists were on the front line with these creatures against it all."

"You speak as if you know yourself, there is nothing wrong with planning and I plan to take this beast down and trap it."

"Elsa, this isn't just something you can plan." A knock on the door snapped me out of my aggravation as Elsa looked to the door before speaking, "Enter." Coming in as commanded an elderly woman with pinned silvery-grey hair shuffled in with a flat medium sized brown box. "You have post, your majesty."

Noticing the woman from Elsa's servants, a small smile came to my features as I spoke up. "I got that Gerda."

Stepping in front of her she offered the box, a bright smile coming to her wrinkled features as she spoke full of life. "My! If it isn't little Anna, I heard a fuss from the students when they spoke of a red-haired beauty within these halls, but I didn't believe it to be true!"

"It's great to see you too Gerda."

With the woman's grey-eyes taking me in she spoke up more proudly, "It is wonderful to see you as well, and my you've grown! Tall like the limbs of a tree and more beautiful than a flower in spring."

"I don't know if I'm a flower, but still it's nice to hear your praise and good to hear the warmth in your voice."

Slipping in for a hug the warmth from the older woman came, remembering the cold days within the Lavinsport Estate; Gerda held the warmth that the South couldn't give me. "It is no praise if it is true my dear, it is good to see you in the North as I hope that you visit Winterhall."

"I hope so too."

"I'll put on a fresh pot of tea, do you still take honey in it." Surprised that she remembered a blush came to my face, "Yes I do, but I find it strange that you remember such things Gerda."

"In that our majesty wouldn't let us servants forget; well, I best be off now. Your Majesty, will you be traveling home or staying here for the night?"

"No Gerda, I will be returning to Winterhall to pack; my stay will be brief," Elsa added in with a soft tone as she held the same respect for the woman that I had.

"Then I shall let the staff know," Gerda spoke out with a bow leaving my embrace. Shuffling out I wanted to help, but the voice of Elsa spoke out, "Don't. If you help her out, she will yell at you."

"Why do you have her working?"

"I've tried to have her retire, but she refuses; she's been with me a long time and she takes pride in her work. That and I can't find a more reliable soul than her." Wanting to ask more on the comment that Gerda spoke on; my head pushed my fast beating heart down. I knew asking Elsa would be like pulling teeth, as she wasn't the warmest lover I'd had.

"S-So this Griffin."

"Yes," Elsa answered ever hopeful to change the subject.

"Look. I'm no hunter, I'm a Private Investigator and I know I've given you shit about your plans, but if you have something in stock then I'll try. However, this is going to be a long shot and for that, I'm going to need some laughing-thorn and buck-tongue."

"We have that here at the school, I shall get our herbalist right on it."

"Fine, so where is this beast?"

"If anything, it's outside the city. However, I was hoping with your skill maybe you can tell me about these creatures as Arberin is a big continent."

With Elsa opening her desk, she took out a large map of the continent before standing and leaning over. Setting the box down on the edge of the table, I came by her to take-a-look. "Wow, that's a lot of land to cover; sometimes I forget that Arberin is this big."

Elsa tossed a rare dreamy smile as she stared into the distance, my heart skipped a beat. "I remember you wanting to see the world; you had dreams so large that even Lavinsport couldn't contain it."

"Oh, really you remember," I asked smiling. "Yes, it was your first time up North as I remember you being scared out of your wits, " Elsa teased, her arm playfully bumping into mine.

"Bullshit, if I was scared it was because I was going to face boredom with you tutoring me all day. Really it was the worst thing my father could've done." The saddened smile came to Elsa's face making me question what more was traveling through her mind.

"S-So this beast where do you think he is?"

"He could be in a number of places. I remember reading something about Griffons having their nests West near the Nemean Mountains. Then there's the Stone Steps of Breakwell but the Sea has never been a Griffins habitat."

"I thought Griffins don't have weaknesses towards the elements of nature."

"That's a myth, as Griffons have perks just like all creatures. Our best bet is the Nemean Mountains, the air is thin there and the numerous high mountain tops make for great hiding," I spoke out sure of my answer.

"However, there isn't much hunting game there. This thing could be towards the East near Sommerfall."

"Why would he be East?"

"I don't know. Most of the reports and sightings I got came from the East, most of it being a farming region so I found it difficult to believe myself," Elsa informed.

Putting a hand to my chin, I thought hard as I wanted to question it all. "That's strange, well that changes everything; ok what about down South do you think he's there?"

"I don't think so. As you know your brother surely would've taken part in letting the world know of his exploits. What about the Reigns River, it's South-East."

"Maybe, but mostly that area is river-lands and swamps. If I'm going to go with my gut, I'll bet on West the habitat is right for a Griffin. I just hope the legends are true about their only being three types of this fucking thing," Anna suggested.

"You know I was almost ready to indulge in your hunt and on normal circumstances, you'd be right Ms. Kristiansen. However, you're not dealing with any regular Griffin, and these are not the stories your wet-nurse told you about. You are dealing with a creature of spite with an evil like no other. The question is not where, but what." The new voice of Bathory himself came as Gerda walked in with tea the large white dire-wolf coming in, setting the tea down the older woman slid quietly back out.

Crossing my arms, I gave a skeptical eye-brow tossing my doubt into the open, "That can't be true, the scrolls said nothing about Griffins having an intellect of human or Grim-More nature."

"There are fish born with wings, but do you expect them to fly Ms. Kristiansen," Bathory looked on, as I could give no answer.

"Exactly, just because something is in a book or dusty scroll does not mean it is set in stone, even old myths and stereotypes can be challenged by the fabric of time."

"So, what are you saying, there's more to this hunt?"

"Yes, you are hunting the first of six generals within Varaaxion's army. His name was general Rindhal."

"Rindhal?"

"Rindhal was a prominent general and I've served with him at a point as we conquered expanses for the gods. He's foolhardy, arrogant, and ill-tempered just like you. However, if you want to know the rudimentary facts of his breed, he is indeed a Death-Talon."

"Wow, that's not helpful, "I commented not caring about his lecture.

Wanting to slap myself I knew Death-Talon Griffins were the worst of the breed; as they were the largest and deadliest of the three. Legend told of them craving the flesh of any and all that crossed its path; mankind had been lucky not to meet these creatures for it was said that their wide wings resembled the element of wind, as they generated cataclysmic storms and death. Cursing my luck, it seemed that history repeated itself as the last of the legendary creatures died before my time.

Watching the Chimera sit in my spot, I felt my eye twitch in annoyance. Noticing his action was there only to spite me I walked to the bar getting another drink as the white beast spoke again, "You speak about helpfulness; yet you won't do us a favor and silence those flapping gums of yours."

"Listen here you flea-bitten mu-"

"Ah, I see that you've got it. Open it up Master and let's have a look, shall we," he spoke out completely ignoring me.

With Elsa nodding, I watched as she tore the tape from the box opening it to reveal a black metal suitcase. Taking it in, the craftsmanship was clear to see as it was my father's work.

Warmth came to my chest at the memory of watching him in his workshop as a child, but it was only to be replaced by bitter memories. "What the hell is my old-man doing sending you this crap," I asked clearly annoyed as Elsa answered.

"If you must know this is a part of my plan, I asked your father to commission this for me. Then again, he's always commissioned such work for the Magistrate," Elsa explained.

"What did you fucking need my father for? Couldn't you have done it yourself, I mean it's already bad enough I hadn't seen the old man in ten-years."

"That is something we are going to have to tell you later, but for now we will be trapping these creatures with what your father is giving us."

With the explanation earning my silence I needed to concentrate, but I found it hard as the woman in front of me held on firm in her emotions.

"Ok fine, but I want answers as soon as this shit is over. Now, this Rindhal guy; you say he thinks as we do, but I'm not getting it. Do got any answers about what he wants mutt?"

"It's not about what Rindhal wants it is what he wishes to regain, as he is headed to Ivesgard."

"Ivesgard in the East; why would he be there?" The silence in the room was enough to be maddening as I waited for the hound to speak his eyes never wavering, "Rindhal is in the East because that is where his bones are buried, and that's where he can acquire the power that is necessary to become a god once again."

AN: Well that's it for me as theirs more lore and more secrets that Bathory and Elsa are hiding. How will their hunt go find out next time on Dragon Ball Z XD