Fear will be your enemy [Jelsa]

Chapter 15: We're not broken, just bent... and we can learn to love again.

The Southern King cackled when he saw everyone powerless on the ground. "Let's see... who shall I kill first?" smiled the King as he walked arround the defeated group. "It's such a pity I'm not a necromancer, so I could kill you all over and over again..." He stopped by a still struggling Elsa. "You seem like a perfect start, freak queen. Without your parents spilling your secret, I would have let my worthless son marry you... Strange how things go in life, don't you think?"

Elsa wanted to slice the man's throat at this point, so enraged was she by his careless words. He had a family! he had 12 sons, who had made it in life even besides their royal heritage! He should be content with his blessing, to have such a wonderful family... and yet, he throws this all away for power!

The King chuckled at the queen's angry silent threatement and raised the Scythe to end her life, when suddenly the Fearlings stirred, feeling uncomfortable for the first time. The King felt it too, a rumbling on the ground as if thousands of horses came galloping this way... The man turned arround and his eyes widened in pure shock.

The others too, looked baffled to the three men, they once presumed dead. Behind the three men, came a gigantic swarm of Nightmare horses. No-one spoke, as they were all too surprised to do so.

"Hallo, father" said Hans to break the silence. "I would say 'a long time not seen', but that doesn't quite work here, I'm afraid." There was no anger in the man's voice.

"How...you... you were dead" spat the man out. "You all were."

Hans ignored the man's question. "Give the Scythe to me, father. The portal needs to be closed before the two worlds crash into each other. The Fearlings don't belong here."

Eugene glanced upwards to see the Fearlings become restless, before returning his attention back to the scene. The tension was building up to a new fight, he knew it. He had been in a lot of tavern fights to know when things would get rough... Here, it was no different. Now? Eugene glanced to Kristoff, asking his permission silently with his eyes.

Kristoff slightly shook his head. Not yet...

"Any man who must say 'I am the King', is no true King." spoke Kristoff with clear repulse for the man.

For a moment everything seemed to come to a standstill. It was so quiet you could hear the winds outside howling, the snarling of the Fearlings, the breathing of the Guardians, and the soft rumbles of the Nightmare horses...

Both sides launched themselves to each other at the exact same time and crashed into each other as if two waves were collading...

"Eugene!" screamed Kristoff. the thief knew what to do, and zapped immediately the Seasons, as well as the other guardians behind them. The little group was confused and dizzy by the sudden transportation that Eugene had provided. "Where is Sigunn?"

"I can't reach her, she's...blocked somehow!" said Eugene as he tried to free Sigunn. To no avail; the shackles that held her, held him back too...

"Alright, change of plans..." muttered Hans. "I'll go free her."

"Hans... we need you to lead those horses and besides, you know your father better then anyone!" said Kristoff astonished.

Hans' eyes went glossy for a moment. "No."

"But-"

"I'm NOT going to kill my father" bit Hans, causing black sand to swirl arround him in anger and grief. The man took a deep breath to calm himself down. "Those horses will follow you, don't worry. Eugene..." Hans looked to where the former thief was, to see a blank space in front of him.