The explosions kept on echoing in the field, as she pulled the reins of her fierce horse Storm, that was aggressively neighing at every suspicious noise, to protect his owner. Elsa used the saber to help the walking, going on with limping steps: not even half an hour earlier, a cannon ball blasted near her in the field and a rock hit hard her thigh. She could tell that the bone didn’t break but the pain was so intense to prevent her from riding; so the queen ordered her army to retreat, in order to prepare a final ambush against Southern Isles army, which tried to invade Arendelle. Another blast. Elsa looked back, worried: countess Anna was leading another part of the army, in the most dangerous part of the field. The queen felt her heart being smashed by the fear: was Anna alright? And above all still alive?? Oh, she would have used all the fury of her powers, if only she didn’t risk to hit friends in the middle of the battle; she felt so powerless, she just desired that Anna was still alive and safe, she wanted to hug and kiss her at the end of the day!
“Your Majesty!” said one of her officers with a telescope “Countess Anna is pushing the enemy back!”
Elsa breathed out in relief. Anna was still alive! “Prepare for the ambush, gentlemen, we are gonna send them back to Southern Isles and with no desire to try a second invasion!”
All the soldiers yelled, filled up with courage, they felt they could win. There was no army that was match for their Snow Queen.
“Hide in the woods!” Elsa ordered, seeing their enemies chasing after them, “Once they will be near, I will freeze their guns. Mister Snø!”“Your Majesty!” Olaf replied.
“Take half of the army and prepare to attack them from the back”
Olaf grinned and nodded. “Yes, ma’am!”
The enemy was coming closer. Elsa gripped the saber, focusing. She had only a chance, given to her by the brave efforts of her beloved Anna, she must not waste it.
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ops my fantasy slipped XD after 4 days, the painting is over! Crossover with “Wounded cuirassier leaving the fire” by T. Géricault, 1814. Gouache on Fabriano paper.
