Hi there, so this is my first Jelsa fic. I love this pairing so much, and it's just too cute. This story is dark and definitely has gory scenes so if you don't like that then i recommend not reading.

Azure eyes watched as a pale hand reached out and gripped tightly onto a bronze door knob. The owner of the hand jerked as the knob was boiling with heat. The blue eyes squinted in pain as pearl white teeth bit into rosy lips. Queen Elsa of Arendelle watched in horror as her hand began to steam, she almost vomited as she inhaled the scent of burning flesh; she listened in disgust at the pops and crackles of her frying skin. The knob was eating away at her hand and making her nerves scream in pain... and yet, she did not scream. No, unfortunately Queen Elsa could not. She could not scream out to anyone for help or mercy as she was glued to this door knob from hell. Then she saw it, the skin around the knob began to blacken as it continued to be burned. Panic welled in her chest as she watched the skin continue to darken, and then turn into a snowy white. The soft color compared nothing to the white hot pain that struck her every nerve. Her skin continued changing as it began to wrinkle and prune, then peel. Raw muscle showed as a scarlet river began to stain the snowy surface of her hand. She wanted to look away from this disgusting sight, but she couldn't, it was as if she had no control over her own body; fat tears streamed down her face as her arm began to shake. She couldn't stand it, it was unbearable, she'd rather be dead then continue dealing with this. Then, just as her thoughts began to turn much more suicidal, the knob began to turn, and her arm with it. Elsa's eyes widened as she watched it move to the right, farther and farther until...

-click-

It was the softest of sounds, but still heard by her sensitive ears. She looked forward into the dark, empty room before her that was slowly revealed by the door. She payed no attention to her disfigured hand as it fell limp by her side. Remnants of flesh peeled off as they stuck to the surface of the blackened knob; they hung limply with wine red drops dripping from their ends to join the mess of skin that had gathered on the red carpet. Elsa continued to stare into the darkness, her mind screamed for her to turn and run and to not go into the damn room, but she could do nothing as her feet began to carry her forward. She soon found herself in, what she guessed, the center of the room. The door remained open behind her, and was her only source of light as she continued to stare forward into complete nothingness. She then heard footsteps, light and barely heard, but still footsteps. The slight heels on the owners shoes clicked quietly against the hardwood beneath her bare feet. They footsteps grew louder as the person came closer. She anticipated their shadow, yet never saw one. Even as the steps stopped, she still did not see one. Her eyes drifted downwards to her pale toes, they starred emptily as her brain went haywire.

"Hello, Elsa." Those empty eyes widened as she heard a smooth as silk voice hiss her name. Her icy blue orbs shot up and looked into the darkness to only be met with piercing yellow. She would've screamed if she could've, but at the moment she was unable to. She starred at the menacing yellow eyes that she wanted to tear her gaze from. The way thin orange rings wrapped around the abnormally shrunken pupils only gave the haunting eyes a crazed look. She felt like she was looking into the eyes of psychopath. Fear was all she felt as she continued to stare. The voice spoke again "there's no reason to be afraid my dear, so relax, I won't harm you...yet." She swallowed thickly at the deceivingly soft words. The yellow eyes began to near her; Elsa felt her heart beating erratically as danger was all that her mind screamed at her. In a sudden surge of adrenaline, she took a step back. The eyes stopped moving as they widened, but then appeared to be amused. "Well look at that, little Elsa appears to be much stronger than I thought, but..." Before she could react Elsa suddenly felt a burning hot hand grab roughly onto her jaw, boney fingers dug painfully into her soft cheeks. Her neck was jerked painfully upwards as a gasp caught in her throat. "How could I expect anything less from the Ice Queen herself." Elsa starred horror stricken into the yellow irises that were much too close for comfort now. The owner of the eyes was something less frightening, but they still held a murderous aura that screamed sadist. The grey skin and black hair of the mans long face only caused his yellow eyes to become more intense. His smile was filled with grey crooked teeth that spoke of broken dreams. She didn't know who the man was, but the terror inside of her was about to make her heart explode. She could just hear it beat pitifully as one beat would hardly even finish before the next one came along. Her shock was overwhelming her when she suddenly smelled something, something disgusting, yet all too familiar. It was then she felt the pain of being burned; before she could think about it she deeply inhaled the scent of her burning skin, it assaulted her senses, and just then broke the spell. A cough erupted from Elsa's throat as her good hand reached up and tightly gripped the mans arm.

She began to struggle as she tried to pull away."Let.." she grunted "let go!" His grip was a vice though. It did not slacken in the least as she began to let out screams from the unbearable pain. The sound of her skin burning was more clear than ever as the skin that burned was practically right next to her ears. It was driving her mad, and all she wanted to do was get away from it.

She heard the man laugh and felt the sound send cold chills down her spine."You think you can escape from me?" He yanked her closer, the heat became more intense. Elsa gritted her teeth to keep her scream in, but she failed as long fingers dug more deeply into her now blackened skin. "You can't run away from me Elsa, I will always be here." He brought her closer and was only a hairs breath away, he reeked of death. "I am your worst nightmare," she cried out in agony, "and I will continue to make your life, awake or asleep, a living hell." Then his grip was gone. Elsa collapsed to the ground in a bloody heap, her face stung from the third degree burns that now adorned her cheeks. Her teeth dug into her lip as she lifted her head and viciously whipped it from side to side, seeing nothing and quickly determining she was alone, she began to stand as she let out a few pain filled sobs. Just as she began to straighten up and turn towards the door she heard a low chuckle, she froze in place "your sobs of pain are such a beautiful sound." She looked fully to the door and watched it slam shut completely shrouding her in darkness. She ran forward to where she was sure the door was, but was surprised to find nothing but a smooth wall. She desperately searched for a handle, but came up empty handed. She screamed in fury and frustration, as she banged against the wall with her good hand. She was startled as she heard the mans voice again, "but I prefer your screams of anguish, and terror." Then a soft orange light began to glow behind her; Elsa swallowed thickly as every terrible thing possible began to pass through her mind as to what could possibly be at her back. She was too scared to look.

"Elsa..." Her eyes widened at the call of her name in a familiar sweet voice. Slowly, and hesitantly she turned her head. She was surprised yet extremely relieved to see a strawberry blonde girl starring at her with a small candle in her hand.

"Anna.." She sighed her siblings name in relief, the sight of someone familiar sprouted hope in her mind, and even eased the fear that had clustered; yet just as Elsa turned completely around and was about to approach her, a black sleeved arm came around her little sisters shoulders.

She watched her sisters aqua eyes open in shock before glancing at the man next to her, and then back at her sister. "Elsa, wh-what's going on..?" Her older sibling said nothing as she merely starred at the black cloaked man. She watched silently as he began to gently lay his hands on the sides of her sisters freckled face.

"No..." Elsa quietly whispered, Anna's eyes shot from the Queen to the man next to her frantically.

"No what, my dear Elsa?"

Seeing the fear take home in her siblings eyes Elsa began to feel the fear grow once again inside of her, "you..you wouldn't dare." She watched his grip visibly tighten. Anna's eyes began to widen. "Stop!" Elsa took a step forward.

A sick smile curled along the mans gray face."Let's see how loud I can make you scream."

Elsa reached out a hand. "No!"

"Els-"

CRACK!

Elsa's face froze in horror as she watched her little sisters head be broken and mangled in a sick angle. Her pretty face was paralyzed into a horrendous scream. The man released her carelessly to the floor. Her body collapsed, and appeared nothing more than a rag doll. The only thing that spoke life from her lifeless body was the sound of the bones in her neck crackling and grating against one another as her head bounced on the hard wood. Elsa continued to stare in shock before letting out a blood curdling scream.

Elsa shot up from her mattress continuing to scream before realizing that she was actually awake. At this realization she quickly slapped a pale hand over her mouth. Her blue eyes shot to the door of her dark room, and she waited silently. She waited with heavy breaths and a thundering heart for the door to slam open and someone to come running in asking in a panicked voice if she was all right, but no one came. She sighed with relief at not being heard. After calming down a bit she suddenly took in her surroundings and recognized her terribly...terribly...dark..room. In a sudden panic Elsa ran out of bed to the light switch that sat next to her white door. She hastily flicked the switch up and was relieved as bright light flooded her large bedroom. She turned around and squinted as her eyes slowly began to adjust. Once she could see properly she looked down at her hand. It was fine, flawless pale skin was intact and unharmed. She then reached up and lightly touched her cheeks. She quickly walked to her large vanity, and looked at her face. Turning her head from side to side her small fingers continued to poke and prod at her unharmed flesh. She then remembered something much more important than the condition of her skin 'Anna...' With worry the Ice Queen scurried out of her bedroom and down the dimly lit hall to her sisters room. She slowly reached for her sisters door knob, but then hesitated for a moment. Flash backs from her dream began to flood her mind. She swallowed thickly, but then quickly shook her head. 'It was just a night mare, that's all it was...just a nightmare...' Letting out a deep sigh she grabbed the knob and held her breath as she opened it and peeked her head inside. She let out the breath in relief as she watched her little sister sleeping peacefully under her pink covers, a small smile on her pink lips, her long hair already becoming a complete mess. Elsa couldn't help but smile softly at her sibling. She was all the Queen had left, if anything happened to her she- 'No..', she quietly shook her head as she gently closed the door and walked down the halls...She wouldn't let her mind go anywhere near there. Soon enough Elsa found herself in her bedroom once again, she quietly sat on her large bed and began to absentmindedly run her fingers through her loose platinum blonde hair. She mulled over the frightening dream she'd just had, and attempted to relieve herself from the horrendous images it brought to her. 'Come on, it's just a dream. There's nothing to be afraid of, you can't let this get to you. You have a meeting tomorrow with the king of-' Her thoughts were cut short as a loud creak sliced through the nights silence. Elsa's head shot upwards as she starred at her door. Her gaze hard as she saw it had opened slightly. She was more than sure that she'd closed it shut, and locked it. She swallowed as she slowly began to approach the door, but she stopped again as it creaked open a bit more. She was paralyzed in place, the door was definitely opening by itself, but why? She couldn't find the answer in her confused brain as she continued to stare. She then heard whispers, soft but harsh whispers that tickled her ear with horrible hisses. Her eyes grew as the door creaked again and the whispers grew louder.

It was like annoying static and it was beginning to suffocate her senses before she heard it. "Elsa~" She gasped as she ran to the door and threw her body against it slamming it shut. Oblivious to the layer of ice that spread with loud crackles along its surface, she pressed her ear to the wood and listened, she heard it again as clear as day, not even slightly muffled by the barrier between her and the hall. "Where are~ you~" She immediately pushed herself away from the door and began to back away from it. She felt her legs hit the back of her bed causing her to stumble, and fall back on it. She continued to back up til she had reached the other side. She clumsily got up, and placed her hands on the bed that had spider webbed with ice at her very touch. Her heart rammed against her chest and she began to feel light headed, she felt like she was going through cardiac arrest; she gripped the cloth of her baby blue night gown that covered her left breast tightly, she was sure her heart would cease pumping blood at any moment. She waited silently, completely paralyzed in place as she waited... and then it came. "I know you're in there." Terrified beyond belief she fell to the ground and pushed her back against her bed while bringing her legs to her chest and her hands over her ears. She slightly rocked back and forth sobbing and crying as the bed hid her pathetic form.

She hopelessly whispered to herself."It's not real, It's not real, It's not real, It's not real, It's not real, it's not real, It's not real..."

"Oh," she stopped "I'm very real." And she screamed.

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