His right hand was raised with his index finger pointing up.
There was a brown--- with a bit of orange--- sky just above him, hanging somewhat low and it sure did look like skin.
"That's Sven," he heard from the little snowman only to look down.
"What's Sv----"
The guards' also had their eyes raised, looking up as it flew to them.
And that was a good thing because it didn't make any noise or sound to give them any warning whatsoever at all.
What it did was just dip even lower in the air, moving to land down.
Noticing this, the guards at the front of Anna, Olaf and Jack who where within the length of space below began to draw back.
They did this so quickly, shoving and pushing at each those in their way, that some of the guards fell to the floor and had to roll, narrowly missing being stepped.
But not all of them were fast anyway.
Jack went wide eyed, "You have a dragon?"
What kind of place was this? Dragons were extinct.
"I didn't know until today," Anna replied from behind him with her back still pressed to his and Olaf's.
"And it's not mine."
Quite a handful of the guards were still trying to make their way out of the makeshift landing space.
There were about a dozen of then left.
The shadow got extremely closer and the 12 remaining guards looked up to see two massive feet right above them, lowering and dropping down.
None of them even had the chance to scream...
What chance did they have to do that?
... Before Sven landed on top their faces up heads, and the rest of their body.
Blood, squashed flesh and brain matter splattered out from under his leg, all over.
And since he was standing in front of the detroned Queen Anna, Jack and Olaf, they were the ones that got showered with it all.
That seemed to be above the limit of what Olaf could take; the next thing that was heard was his screams.
Anna wasn't fast enough to catch him before he began to run.
"Olaf!"
Where was he running he didn't know.
One couldn't blame him; he was built to be cheerful and make people happy--- Anna most especially.
He couldn't the gore and almost ran straight in the spear of a close up guard from another angle just before Jack pulled him back with the curved top of his staff.
Olaf kept screaming though and began slapping Jack in the face, on his left eye, the bridge of his nose, on his chin, his cheeks, his forehead.
Just everywhere his little hands could reach.
"Olaf! Olaf!!"
Anna called to him, reaching her hands to touch him while Jack held him from escaping but he kicked her.
She gasped, turning her frightened face about her and seeing the remaining guards beside and behind them AND the dragon in front of them.
She didn't know why but noticed that they weren't making any move to attack them... yet.
Turning back to her screaming, fidgeting and struggling snowman friend in Jack's arms, Anna didn't know what to do.