Where Everything is Upside-Down

Like the mind of the beast that now trudged through it, this realm was laden in darkness. Perhaps to most others it was a place of nightmares, but for Mor'du it was nothing more than a new hunting ground. A place to feed his primordial need to snuff out the weak and worthless. And they were all worthless. The Mistress, the only one who had ever been able to direct him, had long been silent. And with this silence the Demon Bear's mind festered. Now more than ever before he was an animal. Driven by instinct and hatred. It were these forces that kept each massive step moving forward - searching for prey regardless of form or faction.

How he even got here not even Mor'du could say. Pointless memories such as these were quick to be devoured by the bestial rot of his brain. It could be he came here willingly; that he had in some form volunteered to come. It was just as likely that he wandered in. Whichever the case, the monster had no capacity to care. Now that he was here there was nothing but to seek. And seek he did. Like a living mountain the gargantuan bear continued passed landscape after landscape. Mindlessly he roamed until the towers of a castle came within view of his feral, beady gaze. For a moment it was enough to halt his thundering steps.

Thought slowly trickled through what had previously been the silent void of Mor'du's mind. Thought of conquest. Of claiming a throne as he should have long ago. These stirrings were enough to switch the lumbering course of the beast straight toward the royal structure. A new goal slowly wormed its way through oblivion into his head. He would rule here. Across the bridge and through mirrored Arendelle proper the Demon Bear now only hunted one thing: a throne. He remained ignorant to all else. Even as his marred body corrupted upon the grounds of the castle he took no notice to any unfortunate souls that might be there. That is, until a voice echoed from the nearby courtyard. The fates almost aligned enough for Mor'du to ignore it. The animalistic want for power nearly too much for even prey to disrupt. But a window and a glimpse of red hair was enough to shatter this resolve.

His crooked jaw trembled with the might of sheer rage that enveloped him. Like dry grass in a blaze all thought burned away. Every bit the demon that was his namesake, Mor'du exploded through the shadowy glass. If the forced entry into the courtyard hurt in any way there was nothing to show for it. The broken shafts of wood lodged within his thick hide were from battles long past - artifacts of spears and arrows. And now that he was here the beast stood. Fearsome limbs supported an equally sturdy frame that, in its height, fit well among the dark towers of this mock castle. Mor'du's already mangled face distorted further to form a warped snarl. Meanwhile both flecks of hate-filled coal that were the bear's eyes bore into Anna. Only a single name could form on his spittle-dripping lips; a name not even this feral being could forget. "Merida..."

It was a bad day to be a red-head.