Reborn

27 - Determination

Hey, everybody, sorry for the delay - I've been occupied with finishing another story and other shit. Anyway, here's the next chapter!

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Up North

Everything became darker.

Kristoff couldn't breathe.

He could feel his insides being crushed.

Grand Pabbie's words came back to him. Fix this. Tears pricked his eyes. I'm sorry. I can't. I can't. He focused on Anna's face as she continued to tighten her grip. He tried to move his mouth and all that came out was a strangled gasp.

Squeezing his eyes shut in determination, he opened his mouth and the words came out.

"I love you."

She continued as if nothing had happened.

"I love you, Anna. I really do. No matter what. It's okay. This is not your fault."

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Agnarr was just about to reach the exit, when he looked back again - and nearly screamed in terror when he saw Elsa standing just a few feet behind him, staring straight at him.

A small smile appeared on her face.

Then whatever had his wife in its clutches let out a blood-freezing screech.

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Suddenly, Kristoff dropped to the ground.

Air came rushing back...

He heard someone gasping...

He rolled over onto his side and saw Anna's eyes darting around as she began to recoil into herself, hands shaking, tears streaming down her face...

She had reverted back to her normal appearance.

Her eyes met his.

"GO!" she screamed, pointing up at the very spot that he was supposed to go to.

Not having much of a choice, Kristoff turned and ran.

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It dropped Iduna, roaring in agony. It's left 'side' was burning, almost paralyzed.

Anna...Anna must have broken free...

But that was impossible!

It then noticed Kristoff running up the mountain - and he quickly realised why.

Kill Agnarr, It ordered Elsa. And then Kristoff.

The Southern Isles

Hans, now much more calm, turned toward the person who still had a hand over his mouth. Hans removed the hand. "Thank you, mister...?"

"Sheru," the young man - probably only fifteen or sixteen - introduced himself. Ah. Hans recognized the name - it was that newcomer that Hans' parents had bought to work in the fields with Hans and all their other slaves and workers.

THUD!

CRRRAAACCCKKK!!!

Hans screamed as a large crack formed in the door from just below the top ridge of the door to just above the bottom rim of the door, in a jig-jagged line down the middle.

It would talk only one more bump for that door to fly off.

And there was no other way out.