Elsa rode her horse to the castle of Arendelle, and jumped off as soon as she reached the main gate. An older woman in a white dress stood there to greet her, with a sad look on her face. The two embraced each other in a hug. "I missed you, Aunt Ingrid." Queen Ingrid held Elsa closer. "It's been far too long." Elsa looked at Ingrid's face, noticing her tears. "What's wrong?" Ingrid took a deep breath. "I think we need to go on a walk. This could... Take some time to break to you."
Elsa and Ingrid walked through the forest. "I hope this isn't going to take too long. The last thing I want is to miss Anna's wedding." Ingrid crossed her arms. "Yeah... About that." Elsa turned to face Ingrid. "What happened?" Ingrid sat down. "You know that I always had... Reservations about her suitor." Elsa rolled her eyes. "Prince Hans makes her happy. That's all that matters." Elsa sat down beside Ingrid. "The wedding's been postponed again, hasn't it?" Ingrid shook her head. "More like cancelled."
Elsa shot Ingrid a look. "What? How is she dealing with that?" Ingrid took Elsa's hand. "She isn't." Elsa's breathing grew shallow. "Ingrid, what are you trying to say?" Ingrid closed her eyes and placed her arm around Elsa's shoulder. "Anna is... No longer with us." Elsa stood up abruptly. "WHAT?" Ingrid sighed. "I'm afraid she's dead." Elsa's legs gave out from under her, and she collapsed on the ground.
Ingrid took Elsa's hand. "Oh, Elsa. I know what you're going through. I went through the same thing with your mother. It's going to be rough. But I'll be here, when you need me." Elsa closed her eyes. "I'd actually like to be left alone for a while, if that's okay." Ingrid nodded and stood up. "You know where to find me." Ingrid walked back to the castle. Elsa sat up. "You lost your sister to a storm. You can't destroy the storm that killed your sister, but I can destroy the storm that killed mine."
Elsa heard a twig snap, startling her to attention. Elsa turned around and blasted a stream of ice out of her palm, causing someone behind a tree to slip and fall onto his back. "Who are you?" The man held up his arms defensively. "Don't hurt me! I'm just a traveler. My name is Gorgon."
Elsa walked up to Gorgon. "Why are you spying on me?" Gorgon sighed. "I've been looking for the right person for this quest. Someone with the right amount of pain and anger." Elsa knelt down to stare Gorgon in the eye. "What quest?"
"There is a weapon that can inflict the most powerful wrath upon anyone in the world, a million times over. You sound like you could do with such a weapon." Elsa raised an eyebrow. "What's the catch? What do you get out of it?" Gorgon sighed. "Let's just say... I get some long deserved peace and quiet." Elsa crossed her arms. "All right, Gorgon. I'm listening. What kind of weapon will help me avenge my sister's death?" Gorgon smirked. "A dagger."
