'I need to get her away from everyone else.' Siv looks toward the crowds rushing away from the cursed hole. She takes a deep breath and plasters a smile on her face.
"Ylva." Siv calls. "It seems you are all alone, now. Are you sure you are strong enough to defeat me? I am the Chosen One after all." The queen bursts out laughing.
"I am going to mop the floor with that arrogance of yours." Ylva smirks.
"Come and get me, then." Siv starts running toward the coast.
"Looks like you are the one to doubt whether you can defeat me or not." The queen mocks. But she follows her.
Ylva indulges the childish move, only because she knows that there is nowhere to run from her. Siv stops when she reaches a rocky cliff, then she turns to face her. They stare at each other as the wind picks up and the waves get angrier. It looks like a storm is brewing in the distance.
