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"Queen Elsa!" Hans cries out to the blonde.
Elsa whirls around, her eyes holding a death glare. She sways her hand in the air and as she does so, snow bunches into enormous balls.
I'm not a monster, she tells herself.
The Ice Queen shrieks, "Leave me alone!"
With that, the enormous snow balls slam into the guards, sending them flying away. "Go away!" She screams, balling her hands into fists and causing ice beneath the guards to crack.
I'm not a monster, Elsa mentally informs herself.
Yells and shouts fill the cold atmosphere of her ice palace as the floor begins eating the men, pulling them inside and squashing them together.
I'm not a monster. The words are echoing in her head.
Swiftly, Elsa dodges an arrow shot her way. Her ears perk up as she hears someone calling her name. She bobs her head up, her crystal blue eyes falling on none other than the thirteenth Prince of the Southern Isles.
"Please Queen Elsa," Hans yells to her, his sword tightly clenched in his gloved hand.
She knows he's pretending it all. She knows it's because of him this all is happening. It's because of him she killed Anna. It's because of him her powers are now revealed to everyone. It's because of him she now has to live in isolation.
Her jaw clenches as she readies herself for any sudden attacks.
I'm not a monster…
"Queen Elsa," His words are smooth as honey and Elsa is starting to lose control over her anger.
I'm not a monster, she licks her lips.
Hans, seeing that the ice-sorceress is now calm begins, "Queen Elsa," He says softly. "Please don't be the monster they all fear you are," The words are poisonous.
Elsa grits her teeth together and the sky-blue colored ice flushes scarlet-red like the color of a yellow sun going into a red dawn.
A gasp escapes Hans's lips as an ice-shard pierces through his stomach. His lower lip quivers as he looks up at Elsa with his chocolate brown eyes, his hands are wrapped tightly around his bleeding abdomen as he falls onto his knees.
I'm not a monster, Elsa whimpers.
But Hans doesn't see the beautiful Queen of Arendelle, rather he sees a vicious ice-monster whose eyes are as hollow as her soul.
I'm not a monster. The statement is growing hard for her.
Elsa holds her clenched fists up in the air, her eyes promising murder. And Hans gives out his last breath as she brings her hands down which are quickly followed by the crashing of the red-ice chandelier over him.
Blood pools around the clear yet cracked cold floor. His sliced flesh, crushed bones and crippled body seems to salute Elsa, giving her a mental satisfaction.
She licks the drop of Hans's blood that had fallen on her red lips.
"I am a monster," Elsa snarls.
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