Mad cuz bored

[Frozen]

[Because I’m bored and have nothing to do today]
[Taking place before time skip, ofc]

Elsa found herself wading in a river somewhere in the fire country. She had recently picked up the wind release and was trying to fathom combining the two into the ice release. The temperature of the two releases was so different it was unreal how they could possibly be combined. But right now, Elsa didn’t care, she loved the water being cold, it cooled her body down from being boiling hot a few seconds ago. Of course, the moment she got out of the water, she would feel the cold smacking her in the face, but that didn’t matter, right now it was okay.

Letting go of her body, Elsa’s limp noodle of a torso floated up to the top of the small lake, and floated there for a few minutes. Animals came up and drank from the area, it was very peaceful. Meanwhile, she did feel slightly nervous when something had bitten her from the water. Just an evil, evil fish, thought Elsa, though she wasn’t really sure she wanted to know what bite her. Floating her body back to shore, Elsa found that some of her clothing had gone missing! Peering around her didn’t see much, except some random tracks around her clothing, animal footprints!

Slipping on her pack, Elsa began following the animal footprints, trying to get back her missing clothing. The young woman jumped from tree to tree, trying to find out where exactly her prey was running off to, the animal had gotten pretty far ahead though. A branch below Elsa’s feet cracked, causing the woman to fall down. Her body spun around and caught herself, her body nearly sprawled against the forest floor, the ground slightly brushing against her nose. Taking a sigh, the princess pulled herself up to look forward. She saw the exact thing she was looking for, the little fiend that had taken her clothing.

Of course, little animals never turn out to be what you want. In fact, this little animal was a full grown bear. It had taken her clothes because of the food in her pockets. The woman waited in the shadows, wanting her clothes back sooner than later, but the bear just seemed to wander farther and farther. A chill had blown over the area as the sun began to set, and Elsa had yet to see the bear drop her clothes. Deciding this was taking too long, Elsa set up plan, one that would most likely either get her clothes back, or mauled by a bear. Take your votes now.

Dashing out from the trees Elsa slide on the ground right underneath the bear, which had stood up with surprise when Elsa ran out of the brush, however it didn’t drop the clothes. Elsa’s hand brushed against her shirt, but she couldn’t make contact with it. The bear however made contact with her by dropping down on her ready to attack. Barely dodging the animal slamming its weight down on her, Elsa dashed between two trees, then jumping off each one, made it to a lower branch.

[Frozen]

She didn’t like animals that attack her, but she didn’t want to kill the bear. Reaching for her back pocket, Elsa remembered, she didn’t have one, so she had no blade on her. The only thing she could do is something that would only work if she was crazy enough. Flipping out of the tree she landed on the animals back, and hitting it in to spots on the back of its head, right where its spin connected with its head, she hit it. These spots sent a water bullet through the nervous system, knocking the bear out cold. Elsa had learned that in one of her father’s teachings of the ice bullet jutsu. She had to modify it since she couldn’t use ice yet, but it was still effective.

Grabbing her clothing, she walked back to the water fall. The temperature had dropped dramatically, her body shivered just from being in the area. She loved it. Pulling her clothes back on she reached into her pocket and grabbed a blade. Though she lacked the ability to run up trees and such, she was pretty good at doing slight dashes up them, being able to cut off tree branches and other things. And with those branches, she was able to set up a fireplace in the forest. She laid out under the stars for a while until beginning to dose off.

Her sleep was heavy, from the day’s activities tuckered her out. However, that sleep was too heavy. A thief had appeared right after Elsa had fallen asleep, and stolen the princess’s bag! Boy, she really was having a rough time with thieves. The night passed quickly, and before it had even ended Elsa had woken up from the cold. The fire head died some time ago, yet the warmth had sunk into her skin. Looking around the boy noticed that someone had appeared, unless she had been sleep walking again. Patting down her stuff getting ready to leave the spot, Elsa noticed pouch was missing, the one holding all her money and weaponry!

She sighed, not worried really, because with the way the footsteps showed, the man was walking at only a semi fast speed, but still. Two times, in less than 12 hours? What bad luck. Beginning to walk, Elsa followed the thief’s footprints. To her surprise, rather than leading towards the town, they lead away from the town. Meaning, either the person went from the town, stole from her, and then left. Or, they person wasn’t from the town, but rather, a straggler who was using the towns forest to get some money.

Elsa used her tracking skills to follow the man, while she pushed her body faster and faster. her stamina had thankfully returned to her from the last night, but her chakra was still low from working on trying to pull off the ice release. If she used it too many times, she would waste her chakra, but this was ridiculous. Thankfully, she had no intent on using anymore chakra. Before leaving her camp sight, she remembered to grab the only blade she had left, the one that hadn’t been stolen.

[Frozen]

Running along the tree branches again, Elsa found herself into a more mountainous area of the valley. This was covered with steep hills, something she hadn’t expected to see. The footprints even walked up the wall! Meaning, whoever had stolen her stuff, had at least some skills as a warrior. Elsa knew there was only one way for her to get up there. Sometimes it sucked to not be a shinobi. Slowly she crept up the wall, stabbing her blade into it over and over, and pulling herself up, holding on for dear life anytime her blade was out of the wall.

It took her 10 minutes to get even half way up the wall, nearly falling off several time from cracking rocks. Sadly she didn’t do as good as she expected, and near the end she felt her body going slightly numb on her from pushing herself so hard. She rested herself slightly, pulling her body weight up with her arms, and laying out on the flat rock which stood as an entrance before a large cavern like opening to the mountain. Elsa peered into the tunnel entrance and saw nothing but a pitch blackness, with a small sign of light far down at one part of the tunnel.

Pulling her body up, she began walking, it felt like she was about to pass out. Yet she pulled her body on into the light. When she got into the light she ran into a gruff looking aged man. His right eye was missing, and his hair was a dark gray. His arms where thinning it appeared, but still signs of what used to be muscle mass. His clothes were what appeared to be an old knight’s uniform, nothing special, but this man looked like he had been a soldier. Something made Elsa wary about this man, besides the fact that he stole her stuff. However, she wanted her stuff back now. The man might not have known it, but she had important stuff in there!

“Hey old man, I’ve been following you for some time, and that is my pouch you’ve got on you. Give me back my stuff!” Elsa grunted, her face very animated, slightly angry and pouty. “Now!” The old man snickered, “And what makes you think you deserve this stuff brat? I don’t think you do. Go home.” Elsa growled like a hungry monster, or a bratty kid. “What?! Why.why you older geezer! Give me back my stuff!” Elsa said, jumping on the guy gnawing at him. However, the old man just threw her off.

“No, I wont give it back to you. Find your own stuff, this is mine.” The old man laughed. Pulling up her body again, Elsa attacked. her first move was a swift kick, it flew through the air like an axe to the side of the man’s head. The old man brought up her arm, and blocked it. Swiftly as she was attacked, the man’s arm moved from one side of the leg, to the other, giving her the advantage by grabbing onto the leg of the princess. Spinning her around like some child with her toy, she slammed Elsa’s young body into a stone pillar.

[Frozen]

A crack was heard as Elsa was slammed into it, her right leg was broken. Then the old man let go of the princess. “Give up lass, I will give you back your toys, but I wont give you back your money. I’ve taken it as my prize. Go home to your mom and give up being a fighter, you’ve got only a slight better talent than an infant.” The man said, slowly turning back into the cave.

“No.”

“What was that?” The old man replied.
“I said.” the princess grumbled, pulling her half dead body off the ground. “No.” The old man turned around, slightly surprised at the sight she saw. Elsa, the young lass, appeared to be more like a man then he had thought. Leaning against the wall, Elsa had pulled herself up. She was close to passing out, but she wanted to get her stuff back. Badly. “Give me my stuff back.” Elsa said, her eyes slowly glazing over, into an unconscious state.

The old man scoffed. “Amazing, this girl has the spirit to stand up for herself. But spirit isn’t enough, not in this day and age.” he said, walking away from her. He didn’t move far before stopping. He turned back. “I don’t know why I’m doing this kid.” he said walking back to Elsa, picking her up and carrying her out of the cave. “Perhaps it’s because you remind me of me when I was younger, or perhaps it’s because I don’t want you in my conscious. But we shall see wont we?”

And so, Elsa was left penniless but at least she had her stuff back. That’s really all she needed anyways since it contained her travel plans as well as her instructions from her parents. The measly amount of money she had lost was pretty insignificant seeing as though she had a fortune to look forwards to back home.

[Frozen]

High in the sky, a small, fragile yet massive bird stumbled though the air at an altitude it was not used to. It’s owner cursed, and ruffled the feathers with an angry fist. It’s passenger was probably expecting a crash soon, and as you read this, you will soon find out that he was expecting the correct thing. They were traveling over Fire, unsure of where they should go next, but sure of that they did not want to sit around doing nothing (except during their holidays, during which sitting around and doing nothing were quite acceptable).

“Well, Bud, it looks as if I broke... I broke the damn bird,” the pilot said said, scratching his head. “Just so you know, it wasn’t my fault. It was its fault. It made me hit it,” The man rested his feet on the dash as the bird began to nosedive towards the ground. A few moments later, the bird had slammed into the earth, and the two climbed out of the wreckage. They dusted off, and made sure they weren’t bleeding. The pilot had become a master of crashing from these pets of his so it wasn’t much of a problem for her anymore. He turned over his shoulder, making sure the passenger was alright.

“Okay, Bud, standard crash-procedure. We wander around for awhile, and find something to eat. I’m starved,” he stood up, to get his feet off of the ground, and then forward, following his nose. The target village was in front of them. Behind the wreckage, a man appeared, dressed in red. He wore a suit, and something that resembled a ski-mask. He pulled a knife from somewhere on his body and grinned, and then a bow of sorts. He then pulled a radio from his pocket. “Sniper.this is spy.my sapper worked, the bird crashed,” he put the radio back, and then his body disappeared, although his footsteps were still heard.

Another day, another life-threatening crash of the valiant pilot. The passenger wasn’t used to the crashing as much as the pilot was, but he was getting there. This time, the crash and explosion didn’t even ruffle his hair. Today, the crash brought them to a small village. That counted for something, as neither had never been here before. So, once the bird was nothing more than a pile of dead bones, the team decided to follow standard crash procedure. The pilot could always find another bird later. He had a gift for controlling large animals of every variety, after all.

They didn’t have to wait long. As they got closer to the village, there was a giant banner across the entrance. It held a phrase that would probably make the passenger shed a single tear of joy. The phrase on the banner read “2nd Annual We Hate Shinobi’ Picnic and BBQ! Bring Your Own Orphans and Hobos.” “Well, Bud,” the passenger said as he took a second to read that banner aloud, “I guess we found what we’re doing today.”

[Frozen]

Unbeknownst to the valiant and hungry men, another man also dressed in red, wearing a hunting vest, and wielding a very large sniper bow was watching the fort through her scope. “Roger that, mate” he replied, “Keeping an eye open for ‘em.” There were some moments in time where he had to stop himself for a moment and wonder, ‘is this REALLY happening?’ it rarely happened, to be quite honest, but, when it did, you’d be right if you said the man was in quite an elated mood. When he saw the banner, he had one of those moments.

As he realized he was not dead and that he had not misread the banner, he almost shed a tear, but then stopped himself and grinned. “This is a day for justice, and hating ninja. I hate those douchebags,” and with that, she picked up the pace. Off in the distance, Elsa was starting to wake up outside the cave. What would she do about these shinobi hating assholes? She had little knowledge about what was actually going on and was having trouble just trying to orient herself. The guy from before had knocked her out and left her with her belongings or so it seemed…

There was a fairly large, crowd, honestly. A lot of them were probably ravens, or clones, or just random creations of shinobi. The weak were generally nonviolent and didn’t hate things, so the pilot and passenger were the only two there. In the middle of the general courtyard of the event, there was a stage, and on that stage, there was a band. The lead singer stepped up to the mic, grinning, and asked, “WHO HERE HATES shinobi?!” and the entire crowd began to roar. The two giggled and headed towards the lovely noises, wanting to be a part of them.

The man in the red suit seemed to meld into existence off in a corner, and then smoke surrounded him, and as it dissipated, he looked like a Raven. A grin emerged onto his face as a butterfly knife appeared in his right hand, and she cautiously followed the two. Elsa would observe from afar as she staggered along. She was beginning to regain her composure and needed to look somewhat presentable if she were going to get to know about this town.

The man with the bow, posted up on a cliff overlooking the fort, grinned, seeing the targets. “Such an easy target.” he muttered, and then brought the weapon to his eye, preparing to shoot. As soon as the targets entered the BBQ, the two felt like they were at home. It was obvious in their body languages and how they almost shed tears. Well, there was that, and the fact that the pilot had picked up the pace to enter and become part of the crowd. The passenger did a combination of a sigh and a laugh and followed his boss into the crowd. Elsa could see the sniper aiming the weapon and wondered what she could possibly do to help. It didn’t look good for whoever he was trying to shoot…

[Frozen]

While the targets seemed to enjoy being a part of the crowd, they seemed to also be interested in getting something to eat. While the crowd mostly looked to be full of happy individuals and commoners, the flight team looked to be the only strangers in the bunch. But, since they all had the same goal in hating shinobi, no one seemed to mind that they were there. So, while Elsa went off to join the crowd, the travelers hit the food table. Sitting there, completely open and appetizing looking, was a plate of sloppy joes. “Ooohhhhh.”

One cooed as he saw the plate of food, before he dove in and grabbed one of the burgers. “Now,” he said to the burger, “Let’s see if you’re as good tasting as you are good looking!” The passenger took a big bite out of the sloppy joe and chewed thoroughly before swallowing, the lump of food visibly going down his throat. “Oh. My. Bud.” he said, looking at the burger for a second. He looked around a bit and saw the pilot floating in the air. “Hey!” he shouted out before he charged at his partner at full speed.

At that moment, Elsa launched forwards and pushed the two over as an arrow pierced a paper cup at an angle that would have had the pilot’s head as well if she hadn’t taken off at that moment. “Blast!” The sniper said as he re-adjusted his sights. The passenger, however, had taken off too fast, and with no control. Instead of getting to safety, he collided with someone and got knocked over. “Sorry, Bud,” he said, not noticing the knife that flew out of the assassin’s hand, “My bad!” he shouted out again as he got to his feet and ran off.

Completely oblivious to the arrow that had nearly hit him, the pilot and passenger got together as if nothing had happened. Elsa didn’t even get so much as a thanks. “You have got to try these sloppy joes!” one said to the other, “This is the greatest thing I’ve ever eaten before, and will hold that position! Go! You gotta try some! Go Go Go!” he started to push the pilot towards the food table, just as another arrow was fired at where the two were. And still, the targets were oblivious to the fact that they were trying to be assassinated.

It was obvious to Elsa but she simply couldn’t get their attention over the loud ruckus of the party. The gates of heaven had been opened for the pilot. Had he finally died in one of her many, many crashes? Perhaps, back in the forest, someone was holding his dead body after crawling out of the wreckage of their latest crash. Well, if this was heaven, it wasn’t that great, because he had this itch on her foot he wasn’t enjoying very much. Unknowingly, as he ducked to scratch it, a butterfly knife swiped the air above him, aiming to slash the back of his neck and his spinal cord. Elsa was going to have a heart attack if this didn’t end soon!

[☆ F ☆]

Nice writing! I did post something about awarding those that wanted to freeform while we're closed, and since you put some effort, I think it should be rewarded!

+35 EXP
+ 1 Mysterious Medium Package

Feel free to open your package during one of your IC adventures and see what you got!