A seed for a story, AU & Multi chaptered.
R&R
How it all began
There he was, in front of her very eyes stripped and bare, hanged upside down, gashing wounds screaming bright red marring his regal stature, trails of blood visible on his fair skin, eyes bleary and clouded brimming on the edge of unconsciousness.
She never would have imagined this miserable scene unfolding.
It all happened while journeying back from Corona.
Their region wasn't safe yet noone would have anticipated dissenters' ambushing their escort (considering how numerous soldiers were there), undermining the enemy was their gravest mistake.
It was a bold move no doubt, yet for a hefty trophy, the mysterious crown princess and her sister, the princess of hearts.
She remembers the heist well, the blood and deafening clashes of metal, the roaring gunshots and the neighing mares.
She remembers Anna clutching her tight, burying her head in her bosom, paralysed with fear.
She remembers herself, frozen as well.
Only one soldier survived.
"Leave the wimp be, we need a messenger"
And they were captured.
It wasn't hard to know the leader of the
He stood out from the seemingly hords of men who attacked.
Stealthy, sneaking, swift , firm and lethal.
With fire red hair and hard verdant eyes.
And a voice devoid of fear.
The wastes wasn't as they had imagined for they weren't wastes at all.
They were lands, full of people, full of life.
They were led on to their prison.
A house belonging to their chief.
She eyed the old Man wearily , trying to assess him, a seemingly hunched frail old man, with sunken worn out eyes.
Around him a crowd of people, among them the stealthy warrior from prior and another youth, a large blond man with amber eyes, quite as stoic.
"Allow me to introduce myself Your highnesses, I am Pabbie.I assure you, you are quite safe and no harm shall come to you as of now, You shall be led to your room soon, you will have full privacy and a respectful treatment, however you shall know the lair is pretty well guarded, so please my ladies I suggest you abide by the rules and don't try something that may contibute to inconviencies and least sought after reprecussions"
"Well, I suggest you set us free, old mophead otherwise we swe.."
The Old man looked pretty much amused by Anna's outburst, yet the blonde guy was towering above Anna, now slightly intimidated.
'Dammit Anna, think before you speak'
"Slowly Kristoff, don't be a brute" he slowly approached Anna, eyes flooding with hunger and face contorted with a smile seething of ill-will and mockery, an infuriating grin, "the poor kitty doesn't know what we would have done to her, was it not for the old mophead".His voice was sick, slithery and so full of venom. His hands reached to touch Anna's face only to be caught in Pabbie's
"Enough, Hans, she didn't mean it"
"We thank for your generous hospitality, however I may ask how long should this arrangement last"
"I don't know yet, your highness, let us pray it won't be for long".