This was the first time she was seeing him have a panic attack; she didn't even know it was possible for him.
... He was made of magic after all.
In the midst of the struggle to calm him down Olaf's body divided into to; his head and the rest of the body.
"ARGHHHHHH!"
It was now Jack's turn to scream as he stared at the screaming head of Olaf in his hands.
But Anna was very near to having a breakdown herself and him screaming was not helping...
So she slapped him then in the spur of the moment punched Olaf's headless body in her hands at the belly region.
Terrible of her but it worked; not only on Jack but on Olaf as well.
A clapping sound reached the ears of the three of them so they turned to the source of the sound.
And there was Kristoff— finally caught up to them himself— coming from the side with his hands up, clapping draggedly.
"Well don't just stand there," he said pausing in his singular clapping ovation to spread his arms, gesturing to the guards around.
"Put those hands together and clap."
Tens and hundreds of pairs of hands raised up, clapping in accordance to the King's command.
Being clapped for in the face of doom, suddenly felt more scary than anything else.
And Anna felt like running somewhere, hiding away from it all.
Feeling the hands of Olaf's headless body clutching the front her dress tightly, she didn't need to look at his head, still in Jack's hands, to know he felt the same.
But if she had, she would have seen him pressing his head dipper in the front of the mysterious male's blue… shirt.
Jack felt numb.
He should have been confused but with how all the guards that were chasing them immediately did as the strange man said, he could tell that the man was an important figure, maybe their president.
He wanted to ask a lot of questions but somehow he couldn't.
Blood was all over his face, pieces of human flesh was sticking to the side of his face and for the first time he was hyperventilating.
Kristoff held his left hand closed into a fist up, causing the guards to go quiet at once.
"Brutal and impulsive. I remember being flattered by those characters of yours."
If he was saying it to get her riled up again, it didn't work; Anna didn't move a muscle of expression on her face.
At that point, he tilted his head up a bit, cocking it to the side.
But he wasn't looking at her, he was looking at the bloodied and disturbed looking man that stood beside her.
Jack shuffled on his feet, wondering what the important male wanted of him.
Kristoff paused his lip, keeping quiet for a long while, then he tsked.
"You're not worth the risk."
Turning, he walked a few steps to Sven and tapped on its gigantic left hind leg twice.
"Burn them."
The dragon puffed its chest as it glowed a fiery color on the outside then opened its mouth and spewed fire at Anna, Olaf and Jack —- totally not giving a thought for the guards behind them.
Now here was the thing…
Jack propped the snowman's head into Anna's hand and waved his staff in the air causing bright white frost to begin gathering at the top of the staff.
Then it blinkered.
And turned off.
"Wh… Wha—"
Shocked Jack was as he looked at his wooden staff without any frost on it and then back at the fire…
… That was rushing hot towards them.