Scandinavian Goblin Rebellion (Road to El Dorado + Frozen crossover)

Anna

I was pushed into my dark and gloomy cell. It had been another horrible day of serving drinks – goblin blood or ‘glood’ as they called it, to be precise – and dancing my legs off to impress the goblin clan. So nothing new in two months had happened today except for the fact that now I had company: my friend Olaf and his new friend Miguel.

            I saw Olaf and Miguel being pushed into the cells. They looked very exhausted.

            “How was your first day, boys?” I asked them.

            “Really tough,” panted Olaf. “I thought I was going to pass out and lose my voice. And if I couldn’t be able to sing or tell jokes, I was worried that might throw me in the middle of the fire. Even my personal flurry wouldn’t help me.”

            Then I turned to Miguel. “And what about you, Miguel?”

            “Well, it could have been much worse,” he told me.

            “Really?” I never thought I would ever hear anyone say something like that in a horrible place like this. “How so?”

            “Well, I found about ten diamonds today,” said Miguel. “The goblins haven’t killed me yet. And it’s better than being stuck in this cell all day.”

            “Hmm,” said Olaf, putting his stick arm on his chin. “He’s right. It is better than being trapped in here all day.”

            “I suppose so,” I said. “So, Miguel, tell me about Spain.” And I listened with interest as he told me about how different it was to Arendelle. How it had delicious wine, unique dancing called Flamenco and lovely warm temperature.

            “Oh, wow!” I cried. “I would love to visit Spain one day.”

            “If it’s so lovely, Miguel, why did you leave?” asked Olaf.

            Then Miguel told us about how he and his friend Tulio accidentally stowed away on Cortez’s ship and how they escape and land in South America. And how they found the lost city of gold: El Dorado and tried to take the gold to buy Spain.

            “Take the gold?” Olaf cried.

            I began to suspect something. “Is there something you’re not telling us?” I asked him.

            Miguel sighed, looking very uncomfortable. “The truth, guys, is that me and Tulio are con artists.”

            Olaf gasped as much as I did. We couldn’t believe our ears. “You’re a criminal?”

            “Well, we do have our Wanted posters,” chuckled Miguel.

            Olaf and I frowned at him.

            “Look, we were orphans when we were very little,” Miguel told us. “I was left in care of my older sister and she was a real pain in the neck, so I bumped into Tulio and ran off with him. We tried to find ourselves some jobs, but no one would take us on. And then it was either the con artist business or we starve and die. I don’t expect you guys to understand living in a castle and all that.”

            I couldn’t believe he just said. I didn’t want to listen to him anymore. I angrily turned around facing the gloomy dripping wall with my arms crossed. Olaf joined me.

            “I’m sorry,” apologized Miguel. “I didn’t know mean it like that. I didn’t know what I was thinking of. But if it makes you guys feel any better,” he went on, “when Cortez was about to attack the city, we gave up the gold and crashed the boat into pillars of the secret entrance so the people of El Dorado would be safe from danger.”