48Greetings, my fellow FF readers and writers. As promised, here is the trailer for the upcoming Godzilla/Frozen FF sequel to 'Clash of Titans'. The entire first chapter will be published next week. Enjoy!
Snow had fallen heavily this year; it covered the ground like a white blanket. The air was cold and nipped at the heels of Councillor Christopher as he stood on the docks and stared out over the bay of Arendelle, taking in the scene of beauty and calm with his brown eyes like an artist trying to interpret the natural world around him. Water gently hit the stone wall nearby as it met the land border of the town and a few seagulls called out overhead as they flew around searching for any food left on the ground by the market earlier that day or any fish in the bay. Some rested on the two great statues that had been constructed during the rebuilding of Arendelle over the last six months, unaware of their meaning and yet remembering that they were stone creations of two legendary beasts that had once fought here. They [the seagulls] might have seen them once but these gigantic creatures to them were just another piece of land, land that moved to be precise but land nonetheless.
Yet, despite all this around him, Christopher just continued his trance-like stare across the bay, his face expressionless. But if one were to read his mind they would learn he was lost in sadness and purpose. That same feeling had concealed him from what hope and happiness was around him that it was as if he were destined to remain this way forever. Some people had taken pity on him, others berated him, either to his face or, mostly, behind his back for not moving on like they had! They had lost a lot that night as well, everyone had! Yet they were able to move on; it was the only thing they could do! Why not him?
"Christopher,"
With an irritated sigh through gritted teeth, he looked over his shoulder to see Queen Elsa standing a few feet behind him, giving her a look of disgust as if she were a filthy animal. She did not respond angrily, however; she was used to this from him. Hell, she even pitied him. She knew how he felt; she and her sister had gone through the same thing five years ago.
"What?!" he asked sordidly. "Come to gloat again?! Come to tell me that I have to respect that abomination and what it did?!"
Elsa took a step closer to him. "Christopher, don't be like this. I know what you're upset." She said to him but he cut her off.
"Oh do you?" his tone turned sarcastic as he turned to face her before pointing at her with an accusing finger. "You don't know what it's like to have to experience something like that! You think that it saved us, but you're wrong!"
"Councillor!" Elsa said, her voice becoming more firm as she stepped closer to him and tried to take his hand but he pushed it away and glared angrily into her blue eyes. Anger met comfort, yet firmness.
"Don't try and convince me otherwise, Elsa!" he hissed at her.
"Christopher, please!" she replied, trying to calm him. "Don't be like this. I know what you're going through and how you feel!"
"No you don't!" he snapped at her and his voice began to break a little as his mind replayed the memories of that night six months ago; all the fire and destruction and … and the roars. God, the roars! "You're wrong, Elsa!" he struggled to say in his breaking voice, stepping back a pace from her. "My wife and son died here!" he half-shouted at her.
"What is it Elsa?" Anna asked her sister.
Without any reply to her question, Elsa handed Anna a piece of paper which she took and read. All of the political terminology and such made little sense to her but the word 'Ultimatum' struck her like a rock.
Her sister saw Anna's reaction when she read that word because she responded laconically: "Two weeks."
Hans looked well for his age, she could see that clearly given what he had been through. But that did not make him any less important to her; what was essential was his influence and support amongst the people and the politicians here. Top and bottom connected by a single rope of steel. That and her own additions.
"What we need to know is a simple answer to this question," the British Ambassador said to her firmly, irritated by her nonchalant attitude. "Can we kill it?"
With a light chuckle, she momentarily glanced down at the ground, then at Hans to see the concern in his face and then at the others around the table.
"I have a few things that can." She replied.
"My name is Akiro, Your Majesty. I was a friend of Henrik in America."
Elsa's eyes widened a little when she heard this. "Really?" she replied with a surprised voice. "Then you must know about … them?"
The oriental man nodded. "Yes."
Fires raged across the city, turning it into a landscape akin to hell itself. Smoke filled the air like the coming of the night; the beginning of the apocalypse; the end of all life as one knew it. It was rather cliché that people would think of such things when an event of this magnitude occurred but, then again, what else were they to think of? It was practically natural to feel like the absolute worst of the worst was taking place when … this of all things was happening.
"Look!" Hans suddenly gasped, pointing up at swirling black fog towards the coast.
Elsa, Anna, Kristoff, Akiro and the girls looked in the direction he was pointing to and went wide-eyed and felt their bodies freeze at the sight before them.
A giant shape was turning, turning towards them! It was enormous, it reached the clouds, the sky, maybe even the stars above it regardless if that were truly logical or not at this current moment in time. A huge tail whipped through the air and the shape took a step forward towards them, making the earth rumble as if it were God himself coming towards them.
In a way, such an assumption was not too far-fetched.
"Is that …?" Hans asked but trailed off as the form of the creature came into view.
"It is," Akiro replied, his voice almost mute as his brown eyes stared up at this creature, the epitome of a mortal god. "Gojira!"
His opponent in sight, Godzilla reared back and let loose his powerful roar.
SSSKKKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-ooooooooooonnnnnggggghhhhhhh!
Clad in their colourful gowns, the girls cupped their hands together in front of them and closed their eyes, allowing their minds to connect to their intended recipient. From an outside perspective, it looked as if they were engaging in prayer.
What is it they will call to us? Akiro thought apprehensively.
