The next few hours were long ones. The rifle that Jack had held in his hands was now slung on his back. He now carried a STEN MKIIs. A fast firing submachine gun with an integral suppressor. Sure, it looked crude. But it was excellent for taking people out with relative quiet. It was a good weapon. And for that matter, Jack loved it. The look, the feel and the rate of fire made it a perfect killing machine. Even though it was a lower calibre that his rifle.

Jack walked through the frozen tundra of Arendelle. Everything he saw was white from a thick blanket of snow. And the cold was biting at him. Never in his life had he felt colder than he had in Arendelle. But he was the one who chose this mission and was told well enough of the weather that would await him there. Despite covering most of his body apart from his eyes, he could still feel the cold nip at him. His breath was visible every time he exhaled. No doubt if a soldier were to see it, they would investigate. This kept Jack on his toes. Two hours of walking from the hill to the Ice Palace on the mountain was not an easy trek. The elevation change alone would put people off. And each foot ascended, the air became thinner and colder. Which is probably why it had remained undisturbed ever since the war began. Well. Apart from its inhabitants of course.

Jack remembered when he first met the Queen and the Princess. Both were young. And both were not at all hard on the eyes. But Jack dared not to let his thoughts be spoken in front of them. He was a soldier first. A soldier with a task to drive the Southern Isles out of Arendelle for good. But such as task was not an easy one. Despite King Hans being taken out, this would only lead to an increased military presence in the country. More conscripts, more people being taken in the night who had spoken out against the new regime. Arendelle was sick. And that sickness needed to be removed.

All of a sudden, Jack heard shouting. He dropped down to the ground and reached for his binoculars. The shouting came again, but from a different voice, and then another. He tried to pinpoint the source of the sound, looking through his binoculars until he saw them. At least eight soldiers looking at the snow beneath them. It suddenly dawned on Jack that they were following his tracks. Shit. He thought. He put away his binoculars and made a slow crawl to the forest behind him. There he would stand a chance against them. There, one by one, he would end their lives. It was his job after all. What he was payed to do. And he would do it to his own death. As he made his way behind a bush deep into the forest, the shouting came closer and closer. He checked his ammo. Fully loaded with six more clips in pockets on his belt. His knife was holstered on his belt and he also had his rifle. He would make a stand here. And he would make sure he left the victor.

The redhead paced around the throne room. Worry was clear from the look on her face and in her voice when she spoke.

"He's been gone for a long time Elsa". She said. "He should have been back by now."

Elsa watched her sister. Her blue eyes following the redhead's every move.

"He's probably fine Anna. Could you please just sit down and relax?"

Anna turned to face Elsa. Her turquoise blue eyes meeting the ice blue eyes of her sister. She sighed and walked over to the chair next to the Queen.

"I'm sorry Elsa." Her voice was soft but the tone of worry still came through. "But he's done so much for us and our country. I can't even begin to imagine what might happen to him if he is ever caught."

A shudder went down Anna's spine. It was no mystery what the Southern Isles did to enemies of the state. Most likely it would be extensive torture until the captive gave them all the information that they needed. Following that. They would be taken and tied to a post before finally being shot. It was no wonder why Arendelle was scared. When faced with pain and death, it is better to keep quiet and let people tread all over you than face the consequences if they were to resist.

Elsa frowned and pulled Anna into a tight hug. Although taken by surprise at first, Anna soon hugged back, the warmth of the older girl was soothing and it made Anna comfortable.

"He's a smart man Anna". Elsa's soft voice soothed the redhead even more. "He wouldn't allow himself to get captured."

Anna sighed.

"I know. But do you think you could be…"

Before Anna could end her sentence, the sound of the heavy doors of the palace opening made the two sisters jump. A cold wind came rushing through the palace and ended in the throne room causing both women to shudder. Even though both were used to the cold, a sudden rush of cold air could still be felt after feeling warm for what seemed like a long time.

The doors closed with a heavy slam and footsteps moved closer to the doors of the throne room. Anna clutched to Elsa tighter and the platinum haired Queen's hand began to grow cold, preparing for whatever or whoever would come through the door. The doors made of thick ice were pushed open. Then the figure who opened them appeared. A man with dark blonde hair and deep blue eyes walked into the room. He wore mainly white to camouflage himself in the snow. His hands were covered by black fingerless gloves and black boots completed his outfit. Strapped to his back was a rifle and a submachine gun. A pistol was holstered on his belt and a knife, red with blood was sheathed on the opposite side of the belt. One of his hands covered his shoulder. Blood was seeping through the fabric and his expression was one of pain.

Anna gasped and Elsa lowered her hand.

"Jack! Is he…"? Elsa questioned.

Jack nodded and looked up at the Queen and the Princess.

"Yes. King Hans is dead."