Hell hath no fury like a goddess scorned, and Anna counts her blessings that Elsa is omnipotent, not omniscient.
And even then, the beautiful, blonde manifestation of Winter is just that: Winter taken form. The ice and snow act on her command, though Anna has no doubt Elsa knows some sort of loophole to extend the range and versatility of her divine powers.
Anna mumbles a prayer under her breath as she scales the cliff, thanking all of the other powers that be that Elsa hasn’t tracked her down yet because of it.
“I should’ve never listened to Kristoff,” she grumbles as her sore fingers grasp at the lip of a cave hewn into the cliff’s face–a combination of the weather and dwarven architects that had left their mark centuries before. “’There probably won’t be any consequences’, he says. ‘What’s the worst thing that can happen’, he says…”
Anna hauls herself inside, upper body muscles working double to ensure she does not fall to her death in the process. Her arms are as sore as the rest of her from traveling–running–non-stop, and she collapses in a tired heap on the cave floor.
She had only learned of this cave by chance at the last town she had passed through for provisions. According to the merchant, few dared to ever visit, due to the treacherous climb. Barring that, the dwarven ruins further beyond the cave entrance were said to host dangers long since lost to man.
Why anyone would even build such a thing to begin with is anyone’s guess…
But regardless, the cave serves its purpose in allowing her a few days to catch her breath and gather her wits for a more long-term plan. Elsa would never think to find her here.
The thought is both relieving and saddening. For on one hand, Anna has fallen hard for the goddess of winter, and seeing her never fails to send her heart soaring to the heavens. But on the other…
Anna musters just enough strength for her palm to meet her forehead in a dull ‘smack’, exhaling loudly. “’Mad’ probably doesn’t even begin to cover it…”
“You’re right. It doesn’t,” a very familiar voice says, just as Anna feels a snowflake land on her nose.