Don't own Frozen


"Please! Don't…just don't hurt her!"

"Oh, don't you worry demon," the disgruntled man chuckled, "you won't even be there to watch it."

"No," the tortured woman whispered, staring into the grinning man's cold eyes. Any signs of compassion, understanding, even pity were not seen through the deep dark depths. "No!" Struggling desperately at the chains that binded her, she began heaving all her last remaining amounts of energy in hope of coming free. "Don't you dare touch her!" she screamed frantically, "Don't you dare lay a single finger on her!"

In the cell adjacent to the shouting woman, a young girl, around the age of six, watched in horror through the bars of her cage as the soldier approached the woman. In his hand, a dagger glinted with an icy beauty as he held it high, taking aim for the woman's pale neck.

"Mom!" she cried, voice hoarse from the continuous shouting throughout the day. "Get away! You have to get away!" Desperately, she began shaking at the confining bars with her scarred hands. "Leave us alone you mean old man! Leave us alone!"

Sneering, the guard tilted his head and glanced back at the sobbing child. "Hey girl," he smirked, "how does it feel to be a monster? Are you enjoying this? Do you like hearing the screams of your mother?"

"No!" she wailed. "I don't! I don't like it! Please, don't hurt my momma!"

"Hmf," he grunted, "must not be old enough." Without anything further to ask, the man grabbed the woman's hair, ignoring her shrieks of pain, and brought the knife to her neck.

"No! Momma no!" she screeched, "Please, no!" Helpless, the girl began clawing at the ground in front of her, arms reaching through the confined cage in a useless attempt to reach her mother.

"Watch me child!" he crazed, grazing the dagger playfully across the woman's neck. "Watch me, so you can feel the sins you have committed yourself! Sense the torment you have caused to other families! Feel the anguish you have made to the lord!"

The woman however, was not beaten yet. Catching eye contact with the girl, she shakily mouthed one word.

'Run'.

And as the man slid the knife across her throat, and as the child screamed out one last final plea, the area was illuminated by a flash of bright light. Crackles of power, singes of heat, and rumbles of collapsing material could be heard. Only after was silence was followed, occasionally broken by the shifting of broken rubble.

Eyes shut tight, the girl hesitantly peeked open one eye, only to have them both widen at the sight before her. Around her, both cages of the dungeon had been completely obliterated by a mixture of heat and sheer power. Slight smoke still tainted the bars as the girl stood, eyes immediately searching for the woman responsible.

"Mom!" she cried as she spotted her mother, throat slit by the man who lay motionless in the far corner of the cell, chest singed black. "No," she whispered, running and stumbling over the rubble of both cells. "No!"

Sliding to her knees, she grabbed the already cold hands of her the mother and frantically stared into the blank eyes of the woman, searching for any signs of life. "Mom! Please! Please wake up! You promised we would get out of this! You promised we would be alright! You promised!" Breathing hysterically, the girl pressed an ear onto her mother's chest, checking for the beat of a heart. "No," she mumbled, head lowering in defeat. Wrapping both arms around the woman's petite waist, the girl began to cry, loneliness already creeping into her aura. Her cry's soon turned into hard sobs as she found no comforting warmth in the body of her mother. She began grasping desperately at the woman's torn clothes, searching for any signs of heat, hands becoming bloodied from the cuts of her mother. Dejected, she gave up, sitting miserably on the ground next to the dead woman, sniveling and occasionally looking up to see if her mom somehow miraculously came back to life.

"In hear!" A voice echoed throughout the walls of the dungeon. "There's something, I found it!"

Panicked, the girl snapped her head up, eyes wide with alarm. Hearing the sounds of fast approaching footsteps and the clinking of metal armor, the child quickly stood. Taking a moment to press one final kiss to the woman's forehead, the girl fled the death filled area and ran in the opposite directions of the approaching footsteps. As she reached the door exiting to the dungeon, she quietly creaked open the door.

"CRREEAAAKKKKKKKKK."

Flinching at the load noise, the girl glanced back and saw with horror as the group of men immediately looked in her direction.

"C'mon!" one of them yelled. "The girl is bound to be this way!"

Yelping as they caught sight of her, she began heaving at the heavy metal door until a sizable crack was visible. Slipping through, the girl half limped and half ran up the long spiraling staircase, ignoring the aches and pops of her cramped and bruised legs. By the time she reached the top of the staircase, she was gasping violently for air, lungs craving for needed oxygen.

"Don't let the girl get away!" a male voice shouted nearby, followed by choruses of 'yes sirs'. Weakly, the girl reached for the knob of the door and twisted it, swinging it open, stumbling out, and quickly closing it shut behind.

"What?" she whispered to herself in confusion. She seemed to be in a very elegant house, almost seeming to resemble to a castle. Maybe this is a castle, she couldn't help but think as she observed the luxurious armory around her. The sounds of gruff voices interrupted her thoughts, and she proceeded as to run as fast as she could throughout the halls, taking as many random turns and staircases as possible.

Definitely a castle, she thought, gawking in amazement at the vast amount of space around her. I just need to find the exit. Soon, she found herself in a hallway full of rooms. Alertlful ears picking up the sounds of armor clinking, the girl found herself instinctly opening one of the doors and sliding in.

Inside was a cozy room, resembling closely to her deceased fathers study. A large desk with papers littered across it could be seen. Across this was a hearth, a fire cackling warmly in it. Two small couches were set up in front of it, a table sitting in the middle of the two. A hard cover book and cup of tea could be seen resting on the table.

"Where did that damn kid go?" a voice muttered just outside the door. "Hey! This door's open! Get your ass over here Henry!" Terrified, the child quickly ran and slid under one of the couches, sniffling at the dust surrounding the area. Just as she settled underneath, the two guards burst through, bustling around. She watched the guard's rough boots in fear as they walked around the area, checking under the desk and behind bookshelves.

"Check under the couch's" one of them grumbled." Heart beating rapidly, she watched as the boots walked slowly towards her hiding area. Frozen, she could only manage to suppress a whimper as the figure halted in front of the couch across from her, his shadow casting menacingly over the room as he bent and glanced underneath it. Seeing nothing, the guard lazily strided over to her couch.

No, she almost moaned out load. They'll kill me. They'll kill me just like what they did to mom! Trembling as she watched the guards knees hit the ground to look under, she gave a silent prayer to her mother.

"Henry! You done over there?"

"Hang on! I've just got one more couch to look under!" Nearly fainting at the close proximity of the man's voice, she braced herself for the worst, eyes shut tight and hands covering her tearing face as the man leaned forward to look under the couch.

"Excuse me gentlemen," a stern feminine voice called out, causing both guards to freeze in their place. "May I ask what you both are doing in my personal study?"

"Y-Your Majesty!" both guards stuttered at the same time, jumping to their feet and clumsily bowing in front of the newly arrived lady. Letting out huge breath of relief, the girl began to observe through under the couch of the scene playing out.

"Thousands of apologies your most graceful M-Majesty," Henry stuttered. "We were only following the orders of the Captain. A fugitive is running loose in the castle, and we were instructed to search every area that looked suspicious."

"A-and since we heard something coming from this d-direction, plus the door to your study being open, we decided that this was a likely area for the runaway to be hiding," the other guard finished quickly, head also bowed in fear and respect. After a minute of silence, besides the uncomfortable clinks of armor from the kneeling guards, the woman finally spoke.

"All is forgiven," she stated gently. "Although," adding more firmly, "if I ever catch this same behavior again," pausing for a dramatic silence, "I cannot say the same fate will be put upon you. You may leave," she finished.

The girl watched in awe as both soldiers staggered out, words of gratitude and promised thanks being left behind. Once the soldiers left, she saw that her unknowing savior did not follow after them. Her body tensed, realizing that the lady did not plan on leaving after shutting the door behind them.

Please don't sit on my couch, please don't on my couch!, watching as the woman's heeled shoes came nearer and nearer to her couch. The girl heard a sigh of content come from the lady as she settled on top the couch she was under, barely suppressing to roll her eyes at the cosmos above.

Of all the places to sit, listening to the strains of the couch above her and suppressing a cough from the dress of the woman that had slid under a roused up the dust once more, it just had to be this couch. Trembling slightly at the thought of being so near a human, the girl was left to lie there, waiting for the woman to leave. However, with the sounds of a flip of a book page and the sip of tea, she had a feeling that wait was not to be over soon.

Soon, the girl found her eyelids drowsily closing shut, the adrenaline that had kept her awake beforehand fading away rapidly. And with the warmth of the fire nearby, the continuous silence of the woman siting above her, and the exhaustion of the past events finally catching up with her, the girl soon drifted off to a world of slumber.

"What is it Anna?"

A voice quickly snapped the young girls eyes awake. Eyes beading around hungrily to take in the unfamiliar surroundings, the young girl struggled to rise, but found she couldn't. Twisting her head upwards, she saw that there was something blocking her from rising.

Where am I? Confused as she was, the girl did not make any other further movements. Mind still groggy from her wake up call, the girl observed her surroundings. The couch, she distinctly remembered. And the lady! And…and mom.

At the thought of this, tears began trickling from her eyes. The thought of never seeing that sweet smile, those humorous twinkled eyes, and feeling the safety in her warm and comforting hugs was enough to make the girl break down into wails. The only thing stopping her, two women that seemed to be occupying the room she was currently in.

"Elsa, what are you doing?" one of them sighed, "Its already past midnight! You can finish your work tomorrow or something."

With a surprise, the young girl had not even realized that the weight from the couch had disappeared from above her.

"Alright Anna, I'll get on that," the other sitting at the desk, the girl realizing the voice of her savior from before, replied, still scribbling madly at the paperwork she was attending to.

"Elsaaaaaa," the other whined, walking closer to the desk, thus allowing the girl under the couch to breath out in content. "Come on, you know you never stick to your word when you say that."

Looking up, the irritated women stopped her writing and faced the lady now sitting atop her desk whose hand was hovering dangerously close to the source of light for the tired woman, the candle.

"Anna, please don't."

"I'm gonna do it."

"Don't…Anna, I'm warning you," flashing her a menacing stare.

"…twenty minutes, then I come back if you're not out of here."

"…fine, twenty minutes and I'm out. Now can you please give me some silence?"

"Okay!" And with that, the girl watched as one of the women, Anna having figured it out from the dialogue, skipped happily out the room, feet almost seeming to dance on the way out.

Just as the door closed, a feeling suddenly overwhelmed the child. Oh-no, she thought horrified. Holding in her breath, she attempted to contain it, but it was no use. The dust under the couch was almost overwhelming, having been breathed in periodically by the young girl in her sleep. Finally giving in, she uttered a small and soft sneeze.

"…choo."

Immediately, the sound of writing stopped. Silence completely enveloped the room. She's found me, the child shuddered. After what seemed like an eternity of tense and stiff stillness, the sound of scribbling very hesitantly continued on, allowing the shivering child to finally breath. Minutes went by before she allowed herself to move, stretching her aching body ever so slowly in order to not rouse any noise.

Maybe I can take a peek out, she pondered. After all, the lady's probably too absorbed in her work to notice me. After a short internal conflict with herself, curiosity finally won over fear. Tentatively, the child stuck half her head out in the direction of the woman to get a look at who she was dealing with. Icy blue eyes met with red, and the girl quickly stuck her head back under. Did she see me? The girl panicked, curling back into a ball under the couch. She couldn't have seen me! I…I think she saw me…

No sooner had the thought left her mind when she felt a cold sliver of air rush under the couch, flurries surrounding her, causing her to elevate in the process. Squeaking in surprise, the girl attempted to move backwards, hoping to escape the strange phenomenon, but it was too late.

"Well, well," a humorous voice called out. "What do we have here?" Still elevated by the flurries, the girl could hardly suppress a scream of shock when she was brought forth to the woman. In blind terror, she began struggling against the snow, arms and legs flailing around uselessly.

After a few minutes of struggling from the child, and silent observing from the queen, the girl finally gave into the mystical powers, allowing her body to hang still in the captured flurries. Head up, the girl trembled before her once savior, now enemy.

"Please don't hurt me!" the she pleaded, hands clasped in a begging motion and voice cracking in terror "I-I just…I just wanted to get away! I didn't mean any harm! Please!"

Slowly, the flurries began to dissipate, dropping the girl to the ground on her feet with a 'thump'. Slightly shocked, the child began to fully observe her apprehender. There was a slight scowl of confusion on the woman face, authority and firmness edging the sides of her thin lips. Her eyes, bright blue, were squinted in a look of suspicion, yet also seemed to be worn out with the unmistakable cause of an invisible burden. However behind this mask of coldness, perhaps a glimmer of gentleness could be seen. And although the woman had the hair color of platinum, nearly resembling to white, her facial features showed no sign of being even near the age of a senior citizen.

"Who are you?" she asked suddenly, rising from her chair and slowly making her way to the child. She watched as the child cringed from her looming figure, feet seeming to be frozen to the ground. The child though, made no signs to show that she was to speak. "Well?" the impending woman prodded, an eyebrow raised irritated.

As frightened as the child was, uncertainty still clouded in the midst of her mind. "Why do you want to know my name?"

It was a simple question, not one meant in any way to show disrespect, more over out of curiosity. The girl was a mere 'fugitive', self-comparing herself to the regal woman that stood in front of her. The Queen took no offense in it all however. She, instead, was fascinated at the courage of the girl. Never in her years had she experienced being questioned back from a mere child, or more precisely, a thief.

"Well," the queen smirked, playing along with the child's questioning, "I guess I'm just curious as to know the name of the young thief snooping around my study."

"I wasn't snooping!" she defended, crossing her arms angrily.

"Oh," an innocent smile forming on the woman's thin lips, "then do tell what you were doing underneath my reading couch."

Pouting, she responded crossly, "I was hiding!"

"Sooo, I'm guessing that you're the fugitive apparently running around the castle then?" the woman quickly deducted.

"…no."

The regal woman gave her a skeptical look. "I sensed hesitance."

"B-but I'm not!" A guilt ridden expression however quickly gave the child away. Detecting that her cover had been blown, the frightened child quickly bolted for the door, leaving a surprised queen behind.

Perhaps it was that luck was just not on the young girl's side when at that particular second, a young princess decided to burst through the doors of the study.

"ELSA! TWENTY MINUTES IS -" The princess was cut short when a certain child slammed into her, knocking both of them backwards. At the sight of the confused princess, the alarmed girl scrambled back madly in an attempt to reduce any contact with the human. She was suddenly stopped however, when she felt her back hit against something soft. Cautiously, she looked up, only to be met with the same icy blue eyes, glaring down at her angrily. Seeing the anger, she felt her muscles give out on her, not daring to move even the slightest inch.

"Hey Elsa, I didn't know you were kidnapping kids now," the strawberry blonde joked, dusting her backside as she got back up. Approaching the frozen in place child, Anna stuck out her hand happily. "Nice to meet you!" she chirped, head tilted with a warm smile plastered on her lips.

"There she is!" a sudden voice called from behind the princess. A group of guards, catching sight of the girl sitting at the feet of the queen, immediately proceeded forward.

"Apologies your Majesty," the captain of the guards stated as he approached the queen and princess. "We'll take care of the demon immediately." The girl, hearing this, began scooting as far as she could into the queen's legs, glancing up with pleading eyes for a savior.

"Pardon me captain," the queen quizzed, swiftly stepping in front of the child, blocking her from the views of the menacing guards. "By 'demon', I presume you have created a nickname for children, taking it that you don't like children very much," she raised an eyebrow, "Am I correct?"

"Alas my queen," he sighed, "it is not. A local farmer discovered it and the mother in the forests, hunting for food. The mother used a strange power, as the farmer explained, almost as if lightning was being shot from her hands. Upon hearing this report, I immediately rallied up my men and hunted them both down. After we had cau -"

"Where is this mother you speak of?" the queen interrupted.

The guard looked down, shame clouding his expression. "Dead. Against my orders. Apparently, one of my men took it upon himself to carry out her punishment." At this, both queen and princess gave a suppressed gasp. "However, the mother used the last of her power to save her child, completely destroying the cell the girl was in. From there, we have been searching for her ever since." The queen, glancing back at the ragged child, feeling her heart turn brittle at the sight of the silently weeping girl.

Turning to her wide eyed sister, they both began their mental conversation with a series of facial feature movements, including the movement of eyebrows, eyes, and lips.

'We can't just do nothing! Look at her!'

'Anna, there's nothing we can do.'

'Yes there is, and you know perfectly well what it is.'

'…No, you know I can't do that.'

'Sure you can! C'mon Elsa! For me, please?'

'No.'

'Pretty please?'

'No.'

'PLEASEEEEE?'

"…No."

"PLLLLEEEAAASSSSSEEEEE?!"

And with a heavy sigh, the Ice Queen at last gave into her sisters pleading puppy eyes. As much as she hated to admit it, it wasn't only her sister that had convinced her to do so, but her own guilt ridden conscious as well.

"Captain," snapping the captain, along with his crew of men, out of their thoughts, "I relive you of your duty to this girl. I will take care of her from here."

"B-but your Majes-"

"You are dismissed Captain," she interjected sternly.

Giving a look of utter confusion and a stiff bow, the guard's backed out of the study, closing the door gently behind them. Muffled mummers of disbelief trailed behind them, disappearing as they walked away.

"Now," the queen smirked, twirling smoothly on her heel as to face the red eyed shocked girl. "May I have your name?" a light smile dancing at the corners of her lips.


I'm probs not gonna continue this, I just REALLY needed to get it out of my head :)
BTW, silent conversations made with facial expressions are totally possible. *wiggles eyebrows*… I have them with my sisters all the time :D

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