FROZEN 3: Elsa and Jack Frost

Several townsfolk shook their heads, while some averted their faces so they wouldn't look at what was about to happen.

… And the mothers covered the eyes of their children, cursing the new king in their hearts for not exempting the little ones from watching the execution.

There was almost no hope for the lady they once had as Queen—- if it had been the gallows, she was to be executed by, perhaps they could wish she would survive.

Many murmured in their at the cruel method of her execution but none dared to say anything.

Breathing a word against a new king has never argored well for anyone in history, it was a general knowledge.

So they could do nothing, all they could actually do was watch.

The executioner bent down to adjust and move Anna's long auburn hair—- that cascaded over the weathered wood— to the side, inorder to create space, exposing her neck for the axe's hit.

Before getting up, he whispered to her, "I am sorry my Queen. I will make this fast and painless, you have my word."

Anna said nothing but her shoulders shuddered.

So this was how she would die?

Somehow she feared even more for her people.

Then the executioner stood up raising the axe up high with both of his hands and everyone,--- even Kristoff—- held their breath as he brought his hands down.

"STOP!"

That call was so timely that as the executioner slanted the axe and turned it to the right away from Anna, he ended up slicing a thin layer of flesh from her neck.

Naturally everyone turned to find the owner of the voice.

Kristoff narrowed his eyes and shuffled on his ass to sit at the edge of his chair, wondering and waiting to see who it was.

The executioner paused his lips, staying very still as he—- and the townsfolk watched the long shadow approaching from the side corridor.

One could say they all waited in bated breaths as they hoped on who had come to rescue the dethroned Queen.

Both that hope died immediately with a sign and slouched shoulders when the person with the shadow came to view and it turned out to be just the snowman.

He was running into the square as fast as his short legs could carry him with his round body bouncing with each step, and the little twig on his head wobbling seriously.

Kristoff chuckled and relaxed back in his seat; 

It's just Olaf.

He waved his hand merrily, "Carry on with the execution."

There was a whimper in the crowd from a woman and some children began to cry, causing the mothers to work between calming them down and covering both their eyes and ears all at the same time.

Kristoff rolled his eyes at their antics but didn't seem to get irritated, at least not yet.

The executioner let out a dragged sigh and raised his axe again.

"It was an honour serving you my Queen," he said in his gruff voice.

"Anna!" Olaf cried out, panicking.

"No, no, no." 

He stomped on his feet and raised his arms up in the air as he shouted the words;

"Frostax, illumina! Vexilla reginae anîma mattte constringitur in unum, venite ad nos!"