So, uhh... Who wants some action?
>"Once I master Ahtohallan's power, I won't need your participation. I'll simply *make* you create a new body for me by force."
>Elsa's eyes widened at the threat, recalling how Ahtohallan had briefly assumed command of her powers when she first arrived. Anna felt her sister tense up and looked at her, then returned her attention to Runeard, her lip curling into a snarl. "You will not touch her," she told him firmly.
>"Oh, Anna, are you threatening me?" Runeard asked with a chuckle. "How adorable."
>"Grandfather, please," Elsa tried, making one last effort before things went the way she was fairly sure they were about to. "It doesn't have to be like this."
>Runeard smirked, amused by her attempt. "Oh, but I'm afraid it does. I'm not stopping until I can leave Ahtohallan and--"
>With an angry scream, Anna ran straight for the snow echo, startling both him and Elsa. Despite his surprise, Runeard reacted quickly, grabbing his sword and withdrawing it, swinging it towards the advancing redhead. Anna immediately dropped, narrowly avoiding the icy weapon as she slid past her grandfather on the floor, feeling the chill from its blade as it passed overhead. Still swinging his sword, Runeard had no time to react properly. Getting to her feet, Anna looked up at her grandfather's back.
>"ELSA! SWORD!" Anna shouted, extending her right hand, waiting.
>The queen was caught off guard, but still responded in an instant, gesturing with her hands and sending a steam of icy vapors towards her sister's outstretched hand. Within seconds, a fully formed sword of ice appeared in Anna's hand.
>As Runeard turned to face her, his weapon raised and ready to strike, Anna lunged forward, planting her blade deep into his chest, its tip bursting out his back. Runeard staggered as he felt the weapon sink through his snowy flesh. He fell to his knees, an expression of shock on his face as he futilely stared at the hilt of the weapon that felled him.
