Percy Jackson Goes to Arrendale (Percy Jackson Frozen crossover) - Abandoned

Hunt

As Perseus rounded the corner into the courtyard, a scene to frighten anyone was playing out in front of him. People were screaming in fear and surprise as a huge horse thundered around the cobbled courtyard, trampling over produce and as Perseus watched, two people were thrown under-hoof and slightly trampled by the terrified pinto stallion. Perseus rushed forwards and planted himself in front of the horse.

"Stop!" His voice was commanding enough that the horse skidded to a halt right in front of the prince. "Tell."

"Mylord, you must help me! My mistress is in trouble in the mountains. She needs help!"

"Shh..." Perseus hushed the horse in front of him, "Tell..."

"My name is Kjekk, I am princess Anna's horse," Perseus stiffened. "I dropped her in the forest when the snow started moving!"

Holding the reins in one hand, Perseus turned around and called around the chaotic courtyard,

"The Princess Anna is in trouble, we must help her or this nation will be left leaderless. I need volunteers to assist me in the search for her and the Queen."

"Prince Perseus," another voice called from the other end of the crowd which parted for the man. A tall man with a pristine white and beige suit with medals and medallions hanging off of him in clusters. "Must I remind you that you were bead ridden just this morning and are in no place to lead an expedition in the current climate of this kingdom." A small smirk rested on the man's face as he continued his short monologue. "Allow me to lead this expedition while you rest your injured shoulder."

"And who are you?"

"Prince Hans Westerguaard of the Southern Isles."

"Then surely you would have heard of what I can and cannot do, Prince."

"I'm sorry, but I can't say I have." The southerner made a slight bow and the corners of his mouth curled up even more. "I am after all, eighth in line for my throne."

"Fine then, you may lead this expedition," Perseus began but cut the other prince off before he could reply, "But only if I come as the second in command."

The other prince scowled slightly before he could mask his features.

"Absolutely. We leave now."

"Any volunteers to join us?"

"I volunteer two men!" A small man called who Perseus recognized as the Duke of Weselton.

A woman called out to join but was quickly whisked away by someone else, two other men joined and the small group set out into the snowy wild.

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The men were heaving themselves up a ledge along the North Ridge, clawing at the crumbling snow, desperately trying to reach firmer ground. One man screamed as the snow holding him up gave way beneath his feet, sending him tumbling down the side of the ridge into the reaches of oblivion. His friend, who had come on the trip with him, cried out, catching Perseus' attention. The prince whipped around from his stable footing and caught sight of the man as he slipped from view.

Perseus shot a hand out and willed the water in the snow to harden and catch the falling man. The sound of screaming was abruptly cut off by a gasp. Perseus then made the snow above the man harden just enough so that it would support his weight without letting him fall again. He finally reached the flat part of the ridge and looked back once again to see the rest of their rag-tag group of expeditioners nearly right behind him. One by one he helped pull them up to the plateau where they collapsed on the ground behind him in exhaustion. Lastly, he pulled up the other prince who had lagged behind all the others to help them keep up, even behind the one that had fallen. 

Behind Perseus, he heard the men whispering about the ice witch's powers.

"That ice wasn't there before, I swear, it just shot out beneath me and caught me." Obviously the man Perseus had saved.

"You've got to be imagining, that can't have happened."

"The snow seamed to become thicker when I touched it after you fell. It was like something was helping us climb higher."

Feeling the need to cover for himself in front of these rhabdophobics, he joined in the speculation, of course, with a little Greek touch.

"We must be favored by Khione, the goddess of snow. She must want us to find her envoy." Just then Perseus was struck by a thought, "Unless she's a child of the snow goddess."

"Couldn't be, King Agnar was a loyal, honorable king. He wouldn't sully his wife like that, even for a goddess."

"Still, Khione must have had something to do with it. There's no other option."

"Whatever," The sharp voice of Prince Hans cut in, "We're almost at the peak of the North mountain. That's the most likely place for her to have gone."

They set off once again and as they rounded the corner of the mountain, there before them, stood a castle as large as any kingdom could have made in however many years it took to make it. But it was made entirely of ice.

A glacial citadel.