Frozen: Brooklyn's Snowflake

Chapter 8

The trio returned to the courtyard where everybody was surprised at the snow falling. Brooklyn held his hand, rubbing it to warm it up. Anna still had Elsa's glove. She handed it over.

"Here, this should keep it warm," she offered. Brooklyn took it, unsure if it would fit but was surprised that it was elastic. He slipped it on and felt better with the soft fabric on his sore skin, seeing the snowflake image on the back.

"Thanks," he said gratefully. Anna smiled back at him but her eyes were sad. Hans put a gentle arm around her. "Did you two know?" He asked. Brooklyn shook his head. "No," the gargoyle responded, seeing the Duke spazzing about the snow.

"It- it's snowing! The Queen has cursed this land! She must be stopped, you have to go after her!" He shouted at his personal guard. Brooklyn's eyes flashed, while Anna shook her head. "No, wait!" She said. Duke hid behind his guards. "And you. Is there sorcery in you? Are you a monster, too?!" Duke demanded in anger, while glaring hard at Brooklyn. Brooklyn trembled slightly.

"You dare say that word again—!" He snarled. Anna took his arm. "Me and Brooklyn are completely ordinary!" Anna argued. Hans stood up. "That's right, they are!" The two gave him a look. "I-in the best way," he quickly fixed. Brooklyn took it for now. Hans seemed nice enough but felt something off.

The Duke wouldn't buy them. "She nearly killed me and hurt her guardian!" He snarled. A freak of a guardian... he silently added. Brook held his hand. "It wasn't her fault! She just got scared." The red gargoyle argued back heatedly. Anna nodded. "He's right. It is mostly my fault for pushing her. So I'm the one who needs to go after her."

Brooklyn blinked. "Alone? No way. Elsa is also my responsibility, Anna. I'm going with you," he said. Anna smiled, glad to have her guardian. "Bring me my horse, please!" The red gargoyle had met her horse a while ago. He hadn't been fond of them since riding one in his youth and falling off but her horse, a brown and white one, seemed comfortable around Brooklyn. It helped him grow interested in horses again.

Her horse sniffed him when it was brought, Brooklyn petting him carefully. "Hey, boy," he said. Anna put a cloak around her. Hans was against this. "Anna, no. It's too dangerous!" Anna rolled her eyes. "Elsa's not dangerous. And I have Brooklyn to protect me from other dangers. We'll be fine. We have to make this right." She stradled onto her horse. Brooklyn didn't need to jump on for he could keep up with one on all fours. "We leave Prince Hans in charge!" Anna said to everybody. Brook knew his hand would hurt when running but with the glove it would be a bit more bearable.

He looked at Hans. "Be sure the people are safe," the gargoyle said firmly, glaring a little. Hans nodded but his face had worry. "Are you sure you two can trust her? I don't want either of you getting hurt. And Brooklyn, she may strike you again." Brooklyn narrowed his eyes. "She only reacts when scared, Hans. I'm going to do a different approach this time." Anna nodded. "Yes. And she's my sister she would never hurt me."

Anna then got her horse to gallop. Brooklyn ran after them, sometimes gliding into the snowy air. The people were in awe of this gargoyle's gliding, watching them leave.

Brook felt scared for Elsa's saftey out there all alone, and hoped she was ok. They had to find her.

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Next day, near 3:00 in afternoon.

Brooklyn was exhausted from trudging in the cold wet snow, eyes having bags under them for they rarely stopped to rest. His wings had gotten stiff from the cold too, preventing him from gliding much anymore. But this was for Elsa. Anna's voice called through the trees. "Elsa! Elsa!"

"Elsa!" Brook yelled, voice croaked from all his yelling. He would fall asleep in the snow if they didn't find her. Anna had offered him to ride often but he responded no each time. Anna didn't like how tired Brooklyn looked.