Reborn

28 - The Final Battle

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This is the second-to-last chapter of Reborn!!!! Hurray!

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Kristoff skidded to a stop.

He instinctively ducked as thunder rolled up ahead of him and lightning flashed. Crying out in shock as a furious burst of wind directed rain to slap his face, Kristoff wondered where this storm suddenly appeared from.

But, he quickly pushed that thought away.

He needed to get to that spot.

He continued forward.

Suddenly he screamed.

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Elsa squinted as the person drew nearer until its features were distinguishable. It was...

"Anna?"

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Agnarr blinked, nearly paralyzed in mere shock. Elsa had just been about to blast him with her magic when she suddenly vanished into the floor. He had just managed to catch a milli-second of her face contorted into a horrified scream before she just vanished.

He remained still for a few more moments to make sure that this wasn't some trick and he then slowly pushed himself to his feet and ran out of the cave and looking up, he saw a storm gathering at the top and heard a traumatising scream vibrating down from the top of the mountain.

He began running up to the top.

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Arendelle

The large, black winged beasts swooped down from the skies, spewing fire over everything they flew over.

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People ran screaming, in all directions, trying to get away from the flames. Mr Olsen barely even heard them as he crawled slowly on all fours through the dense smoke and flames that were engulfing his property. "Dear?" he called out...and burst out coughing. Keeping his head low, he tried to pick out his wife through all the haze and commotion.

He saw something move.

"Dear?" he coughed/called out.

Then the smoke parted. His blood froze. "Oh dear Go-"

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Up North

Elsa bit back a cry as Anna somehow tightened her grip on her even though she wasn't actually holding Elsa. She knew that she couldn't get free on her own - this Anna (How I know her name, I have no idea) clearly had the advantage. Elsa would need some extra help.

"What gives you the right to think that you can murder our father?" Anna snarled.

It? Elsa silently communicated to the Spirit. Help.

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Kristoff collapsed to the ground, withering and screaming as blisters and sores spread over his body like acid. It had been like the air in the storm was burning, searing him upon mere touch.

That's not normal.

It had to be a spirit...The Evil, Kristoff realized.

Suddenly, something...no, someone, stepped forward out of the storm.

Kristoff tried to scream - not from agony, but from fear.

No. No, it's just the Evil. It isn't my father. Not my father, please.