TEARS BRIMMED in her eyes, rage welling up as she took in the gravity of the situation. Sharing her sorrow and aggravation with her sister, agreeing with a glance, Elsa turned to the old man, anger stitching a frown on her face. Fighting the urge to cry and seizing the will to move on, she spoke.
"So, what's the Order after?"
"I don't know." Oliver lowered his head. "So far, it seems that they have a deep hatred for magical creatures, but I've never known why. At first, they attacked the dangerous ones, like dragons, but now they're attacking anyone magical regardless of what they're doing."
"Whatever it is, we can't let 'em get away with this." Anna clenched her fists. "We need to go back to Arendelle."
"We can't, Anna; they'd kill you the moment you get there." Kristoff's brows furrowed.
"Why'd they kill her?" Oliver raised his brow.
"The Order discovered Elsa and Anna's powers and they banished them from the kingdom." Balder turned to him.
"Yeah, don't go back there." Oliver shook his head.
"We're just gonna let 'em rule Arendelle? They stole it from us; we've done nothing!" Anna frowned.
"If we're gonna go back, we have to be smart about it." Kristoff folded his arms. "We can't just bust in there and try to force them out. Even if you can fight them and win, the people of Arendelle would get caught in the crossfire."
"Fighting the Order would be completely foolish." Balder sat back. "Like Kristoff said, the people of Arendelle would be set in harm's way and if the tales of their victories over dragons are true, then we would lose our lives in the process."
"We're gonna need to discredit the Order." Elsa tapped her chin. "Use the Table against them. If we can prove we're innocent and the Table agrees with us, we can use politics to free the people from the Order. They might've not attacked the people yet, but I don't trust that they are safe."
"Well, I don't know anything that could help you." Oliver fell back on the grass, staring at the sky. "I told you all I knew about 'em, so I don't know what to do next."
"Ooh, ooh, we could create a giant snowball and trap them all in it." Olaf jumped. "Just scoop 'em up and kick them outta the kingdom." Sven snorted, nodding his head in agreement.
"I may have ice powers, but making an ice ball that big would take too long and would be too heavy to plop over the kingdom." Elsa turned to him.
"Plus they'd see it coming a mile away." Anna shrugged.
"And, it's a freakin' stupid plan." Kristoff shook his head.
"As amusing as that would be, even if it were possible; the people of Arendelle would get stuck in the ice as well." Balder cocked his neck. "Unless you have a giant shovel to dig them out of it." He shrugged.
"Why are you humouring him?" Oliver shook his head.
"I just wanted to be silly." Balder smiled.
A warm smile adorned Elsa as she turned to Balder, a chuckle tugging at her as she returned her mind to focus on the situation at hand. Finishing his meal, Balder rose to his feet, moving around to pick up the small sacks that withheld the food they ate. Glancing at him, Elsa shifted her gaze to Oliver who took another sip of ale.
"Well, we'd better get going I guess." She stood up. "It was good to see you again." A smile stretched her face.
"Same here, Elsa." Oliver pocketed the bottle, "I should get on my way as well."
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Frozen: The Blackest of Tidings
Fantasía[Post Film] After calamity befell Corona, the sovereignty of Arendelle has been threatened. Unable to lead their kingdom, the sisters lose their royal standing, relinquishing it to the Nine Stars, an Order that rules over the Eight Kingdoms of the r...
