Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the following writing except the characters and events I create.

WARNING: This is an AU fic. Light sprinklings of Elsanna and large amounts of graphic violence to follow.

Author's Note: So this is.. I'm not actually sure what this is. A very close friend of mine made me promise a few weeks ago to write an alternate Frozen fic, and when I asked her what it should be about, she said she wanted a violent angsty incest story. Combine that with a deck of cards and (copious amounts of) alcohol, and voila: The strangest writing prompt I've ever had has blossomed into a story. I have literally no idea how long it'll be, but I'll do my best on it. And I know this first part is pretty short, but the chapters that follow will be much longer. Here is the prologue, enjoy! -Foxinstrazt Update(3/26): This is a flash forward, I forgot to add that into the author's note. This is a teaser of what's to come, not the actual beginning of the story. Sorry for any confusion! Update(3/29): Added a line to the beginning.

Prologue

-Coup D'etat-

The Art Gallery, Arendelle Castle

Fourth Day of the Solstice Celebration

Anna. Where is Anna?

Crimson dripped from the blade in her hand as she flew down the spiral staircase leading from the Queen's chambers, unhindered by the armor covering her chest. She skipped two of the stone steps at a time, moving like a blur before skidding to a stop on the main floor, her long braid colliding with her back as she stared at the large oak door to the art gallery. The sounds coming from the other side told of a presence within the room, it's allegiances unknown as she neared the open portal. Stepping into the chamber, she raised her free hand to brush back the unruly blonde bangs that were threatening to fall into her vision.

The gallery was illuminated by lit candles that lined the walls, banishing all shadows from the corners and revealing any soul that resided within. The paintings that adorned the walls were those her ancestors had gathered throughout the long history since Arendelle's founding, depicting scenes ranging from romantic to the portraits of warriors who had cemented their names through acts of war. In the middle of the hall stood a single man, the candlelight shining off of his polished chainmail as he attempted to remove one of the works from the wall he stood by. He had not noticed her.

"Could you have the decency to not pillage my family's collection?" Her voice, flecked with indignation, brought his attention, and the man stood holding the large painting in his arms while he stared at her like a simpleton. The few seconds it took him to recover from the shock of being found amused her, turning the corners of her lips upward as he dropped the item he had been looking to steal, the wooden frame splintering from the fall. The soldier drew the sword from his scabbard, eyes wide with terror as his mind gave him the gift of recognition.

"You! You're Lady-" He did not finish his own stammering thought, giving a yell before charging at her. Readjusting the grip she had on her blade, she raised it to the defense as the other weapon slammed into it. Ducking beneath the blow that followed the first, she turned to meet the next attack as they switched positions.

Steel rang out against steel as she met the enemy's assault with a vigor he could not hope to match, the kind of fire that ignites within a soul when their home was imperiled. She pushed forward with both hands on the hilt of her sword to drive him back before pulling away to attack from the side. A screech of metal sounded throughout the gallery as the lengths of each weapon scraped along each other, and she threw her opponent's guard wide to leave his chest exposed. No thought of hesitation came as she brought her blade back to bear and thrust it forward, cleaving through flesh and bone to impale the heart of her enemy, feeling the lack of resistance as the tip punctured through the other side.

The soldier's mouth opened to release a breathless whine of pain as his longsword clattered to the floor below, his dying body allowed to drop to it's knees only after she had released her grip on her own blade. The blood that was pounding in her ears finally subsided, allowing the sounds of metal crashing together and screams to find her again, reminding her of the battle that now gripped her home. Looking over a shoulder to the door on the far side of the gallery, Elsa returned her eyes to the soldier gasping for air before her. Reaching down, she placed both hands upon the hilt of her weapon while planting a foot on the man's chest.

Ripping with a cry of fury, she tore the embedded blade free, sending a wild spray of blood across the nearby wall. She felt some of the warm liquid splash upon her cheek, causing her to freeze and watch macabre display that now stained a portrait of a female knight, identified by a label on the frame. 'Jeanne d'Arc.' Her goal remembered, she turned and ran for the door opposite of the one she had entered, wrenching it open and stepping into the outside corridor. The glances she tossed in each direction revealed that she was alone, and her desperation only grew in that moment as her quarry remained elusive. "Anna!"

There was no answer to her call.