Melted

Chapter 8

At the council Chamber The Duke looked out the window at the growing heat. He rubs his arms and shivers.

"It's getting hotter by the minute. If we don't do something soon, we'll all melt to death." the Duke said.

Then Hans came in, putting on his most distraught face.

"Hans." Spanish Dignitary prince said.

"Queen Elsa is...dead." Hans said.

"What...? No... Mon dieu." he said.

Hans stumbled, weak with grief. The men helped him to a chair.

"What happened to her?" Duke asked.

"She was killed by Princess Anna." Hans said.

"Her own sister." Duke said.

Hans bows his head in a brilliant display of teary grief.

"There can be no doubt now; Princess Anna is a monster and we are all in grave danger." Duke said.

"Prince Hans, Arendelle looks to you." Spanish Dignitary said.

Hans nodded; he knew what he's being asked to do, and he'll do it with the perfect amount of authority and gravitas.

"With a heavy heart, I charge Princess Anna of Arendelle with treason and sentence her to death."

The cell mettle over. Anna looks out at the fire that is devastating Arendelle, then hears the guards approaching.

"She's dangerous. Move quickly and with resolve." the Guard said.

Anna pulled at her shackles then they cracked. Just as the door busts open, the weight of the mettle crumbled the walls. The men duck out of the way and Hans pushes his way into the room...saw... The back wall is blown open. Broken shackles rest on the floor. Anna was gone.

At the mountain slope Kristoff headed into the mountains. Sven lagged behind, not wanting to follow. He looked back at the kingdom, then shook his head and had enough. He ran past Kristoff and stopped and turned to face him. He snorted and grunted.

"What is it, buddy?" Kristoff asked.

Then Sven nudged Kristoff with his antlers.

"Hey, watch it. What's wrong with you?" he continued.

Sven snorted with more conviction, mooed then brayed.

"I don't understand you when you talk like that." he said avoiding.

Kristoff tried to walk on ahead, but Sven used his antlers to lift Kristoff off the ground.

"Ah! Stop it! Put me down!" he said while Sven dropped him hard then "yelled' at him once more.

"No, Sven! We're not going back!"

Sven shook his head, angrily.

"She's looking for her true love."

Then Sven made an "of-course-she-isn't" face.

Kristoff got it; he'd made his point. Just then the weather picked up and Kristoff looked back at the kingdom. He saw a violent fire swirling over the castle. Fire on its way up the castle, encasing it.

"Elsa." he said.

Without hesitating, he dashed back down the mountain. Sven ran after him and caught up. Then Kristoff grabbed Sven's harness and jumped onto his back.

In the library Elsa sweated by the door. She looks up to see ice overtaking the ceiling. The door handle suddenly jiggles. Stops. Jiggles again.

"Help." she said in barley a whisper.