Scandinavian Goblin Rebellion (Road to El Dorado + Frozen crossover)

Olaf

“We made it!” I cried.

            “Shh!” Anna and Kristoff whispered to me.

            Then I remembered that you were supposed to be quiet at a cemetery. That was where we were – at the cemetery in Arendelle. Anna and Miguel had brought us to the right one, thanks to their crystals.

            I looked around the place and it made me shiver. The whole place was terribly quiet. It was full of headstones and overgrown grass.

            “This place gives me the chills,” said Miguel.

            A shaking Altivo agreed with him.

            “Guys, pull yourselves together,” said Tulio. “The sooner we start looking for this magic source, the sooner we can get out of this mess.”

            “He’s right,” said Elsa. “All right, everyone. Spread out and see what you can find.”

            I didn’t practically enjoy walking around graveyards, but this one was would have melted me if not for my personal flurry. But we had a job to do and I was doing my very best not to lose focus.

            I looked everywhere. I tried to find something that was unique or was out of place or something that could easily scare a horse. Speaking of scared horses, I saw Altivo neighing loudly.

            Miguel and Tulio ran to tame him.

            “Calm down, boy,” whispered Miguel. “What is it?”

            Tulio looked down at where Altivo was neighing. There was a skeleton arm under a black blanket. Tulio slowly stepped towards it and took the blanket off. There was nothing but a skeleton arm. He let out a sigh of relief but quickly glared at the horse. He grabbed the reins.

            “If you make one more false alarm…”

            Altivo just snorted in his face.

            Then I continued with my search. For a while, I didn’t see much of anything, except Sven eating something.

            “Sven!” cried Kristoff, as he ran to the munching reindeer. “What are you eating?”

            When Sven lifted his head up, I could just see some chewed pieces of something on the ground.

            “Carrots!” cried Kristoff.  “And you haven’t left any for me!”

            Or me. I still didn’t had a carrot for my nose.

            “‘There wasn’t enough for you anyway’,” Kristoff said, talking for Sven.

            “Oh, really?” said Kristoff. “And just how do you know that?”

            “Guys, both of you,” called Anna.

            Both Kristoff and Sven looked at her.

            “We’re meant to focus here,” she went on. “And quietly!”

            She was right. So I carried on with my searching.

            After five minutes, I still found nothing except one thing. I was looking at something. Something made out of stone and something very big.

             “Hey, guys,” I called. “I think I found something.”

             I pointed at it to my friends. “Why is there a house here? I thought this place was for dead people, not for the living.”