A/N Okay so this is a rewrite of my recent fic formerly known as 'Time can't heal everything'
I have made some changes to the plotline, but it will follow the same storyline.
This will be a AU Helsa pairing, but will also include Anna and Kristoff. Please note some characters will be slightly OOC due to the material.
Also I will warn you that this story will contain profanity, violence and sexual content (including implied rape) although not graphic. If this subject is not to your taste then please do not read.
Chapter One.
Setting down the empty wine glass, Elsa rose from the couch, before addressing her younger sister, Anna. "Well, it's almost ten thirty. I really should be going."
"C'mon, Elsa. Just one more drink," the redhead whined.
"I can't. You know how Hans likes me to be home by eleven. Besides, it's kind of my fertile time and too much alcohol is not exactly conducive when trying to conceive."
Anna looked irritated. This was her usual reaction, especially when it came to anything pertaining to her husband. "Seriously, Elsa? That fucking jerk is so controlling. Why you would want a child with him, I'll never understand."
The blonde widened her eyes in shock. She had never heard her sister use such profane language before. "Anna! Was that really necessary?"
Anna quickly apologized. "Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry. It's just, I really don't like him, Elsa. He's such a self-centered, conceited, egotistical maniac."
Elsa sighed. Her sister had a point. Hans certainly had his flaws, but then, didn't everyone? "Look. Whatever you may think of him. He is still my husband, and he loves me. I know you're not exactly fond of him, but he means well...and it's not his fault he's so overprotective. He had a very damaged childhood."
Anna responded by rolling her eyes. "But ever since you married him. I feel like I hardly see you. We used to be so close. I want us to be like that again."
Elsa took her sister's hand. "I want that too, more then anything. I know. Why don't we do something this Saturday? I'm always up for ice skating. And I know it's one of your favorite things to do."
Anna's face lit up. "Are you serious?"
"Of course. Why don't I pick you up around twelve. We can grab lunch, spend two hours falling on our butt's and then we can hit the mall for a spot of retail therapy."
Anna threw her arms round her sister. "I knew there was a reason why I invited you over tonight. Now, are you sure you're okay to drive? Otherwise I can get Kristoff to give you a ride home."
Elsa shook her head. "I've only had two glasses of wine. I think I'll be fine." The blonde leaned in, planting a kiss on her sister's pink tinged, rosy cheeks, before grabbing her bag and coat.
Anna walked the blonde to her car, before waving her off. "Bye, Elsa. See you Saturday."
It was almost eleven when Elsa pulled up outside the large home she shared with her husband. A cool breeze brushed across her pale, delicate skin as she dashed up to the front door.
After unlocking the door and entering the house, she dropped her bag by the door, kicked off her shoes and placed her keys on a nearby table. Then, taking off her coat, she draped it over the couch, before making her way upstairs.
As she reached the second floor, the shrill of her cellphone startled her. A smile returned to her face when she glanced down at the screen and read the text message which had flashed up.
Hey babe. Sorry I'm going to be late.
But just leaving the office now. Why don't you go ahead and warm that bed up for me.
Love you xx
Stepping into the bedroom, she placed the phone down on the nightstand, before strolling across to the full-length mirror. She gazed at herself momentarily, before undoing her single french braid and allowing the curled locks of her platinum blonde hair to cascade down over her shoulders. Just as she was about to undress, a rough hand sprang out of nowhere, tangling itself roughly in her hair, yanking her head back sharply.
"Argghhhh!" Elsa screamed as she struggled against her captor's strong grip. Desperately, she began clawing at his hands in an attempt to pry them off of her. However, she was soon silenced when a large hand clamped over her mouth and the cool metal of a gun was pressed against the side of her head.
"Well hello darlin'. It's nice to finally meet you, Mrs Elsa Westergard," a gruff voice hissed harshly in her ear.
Elsa's eyes widened in fear. She tried to talk, but all that came out was a bunch of muffled sobs.
"What was that?" He sneered, pulling his hand away, allowing her to speak.
"W-Who are you?!" She questioned fearfully.
His arm tightened around her neck, almost cutting off her airway, before letting out a hearty laugh. "The question isn't, who am I? The question you should be asking is, what do I want?"
Elsa's heart began to beat wildly in her chest as she reluctantly asked the dreaded question. "What do you want?! Money? Jewelry? Because we have plenty. Just take what you want and leave!"
"I don't want your Goddamn money! Oh no. What I want is something much more priceless then that. I want to make that ruthless, cold hearted bastard, Hans Westergard suffer for what he did."
Her body stiffened as panic overtook her. Bile rose in her throat as she fought off a fear induced wave of nausea. Don't come home. Please Hans, don't come home. "Well you're out of luck. You see my husband is out of town, and I'm not sure when he'll be back."
Her assailant glanced down at his watch, before smirking. "So, you want to protect your husband, how quaint? But I know that you're lying. You see, I deduce that it'll take your husband just over an hour to drive home from his office. That is of course without the added inconvenience of a flat tire. Now, do you have any idea what I can do to you in that amount of time?"
Thinking the worst, Elsa shook her head, pleading with her attacker. "I have no idea who you are, or why you're doing this. But I beg you. Please don't hurt me."
"And give me one good reason why I shouldn't? After all, it was your bastard husband who ruined my life."
Elsa let out a quiet sob. "I'm sure whatever he did; he's truly sorry."
His eyes narrowed in fury as he threw the blonde haphazardly to the floor, sending her careering into a dressing table. Her head slammed into the leg with a sickening crunch. With her vision blurring and her mind increasingly growing fuzzy, she fought to remain conscious.
"Sorry...SORRY! I lost my home...my wife...my son...because of that son of a bitch. All the sorry's in the world cannot change what he did."
Even in her confused state, Elsa wasn't beyond trying to reason with this man. "Maybe If you tell me what he did...I can help you."
The stranger blatently ignored her offer as he began touring the room. "So this is where Hans fucking Westergard lives, is it? Nice crib. But then I guess you can afford it when you're a multi-millionaire."
He began picking up various ornaments, before carefully examining every picture frame. The one of her deceased parents, another of Anna. But the one which really caught his eye was the photo of her and Hans on their wedding day.
His hate-filled eyes narrowed, his face contorted in rage. "He doesn't deserve a wife...or a potential family!" Anger was building upside of him as he hurled the glass frame against the wall, where it shattered into tiny pieces.
Elsa covered her ears to block out he deafening noise, until the room was blanketed in a deathly silence. Her eyes flitted to the glass fragments now littering the floor. The crunching sound made by her attacker's shoes as he stomped towards her made her cringe. Pulling herself to a sitting position, she instinctively shuffled backwards, until she was flat against a wall.
"Where do you think you're going?!" Without warning, his hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of hair, and yanking her towards his face. Elsa tried to resist, but her head was still throbbing and he easily overpowered her petite body. His fingers knotted more tightly in her hair and although she made a feeble attempt to force him away, he still managed to give her a rough, wet kiss.
As his lips forcibly locked onto hers, Elsa did the only thing she could think of. She bit down hard on his lower lip, drawing blood.
"Arrgghh! You stupid fucking bitch!" He growled, backhanding her across the face so hard that she was sent sprawling back down to the floor.
The figure towered over her, wiping the blood with the back of his hand, before cocking his head and grinning evilly. "Aww, did that hurt?"
Elsa cradled her cheek as she stared up at the man. It was only now that she had a chance to take in his features. Stocky build, mottled brown hair, steely blue eyes, not to mention that he smelt as if he hadn't showered in weeks.
Her attacker crouched down, grabbing her chin harshly, forcing her to look at him. "I'm going to have a lot of fun with you."
Suddenly, they were both interrupted by Elsa's cellphone ringing loudly. The blonde dived to reach it, but he was faster. He grabbed the device and hurled it against a nearby wall.
"We wouldn't want any interruptions," he snapped, before grabbing her arm so violently that she felt it almost being wrenched out of its socket.
Her head was pounding furiously as he dragged her out into the hallway, and down the stairs. Elsa half-stumbled, before being flung uncermoniously to the floor once they had reached the bottom.
"So, my original plan was just to rough you up a little. Maybe leave some scars on your pretty face. Show that vile pig that I'm not a force to be trifled with. But now, I've got a much better idea. I want his world to come crashing down. I want Hans Westergard to know that money and status can't protect the one thing he cherishes the most..."
Next chapter we will find out who Elsa's mysterious attacker is and why he is after Hans...