Hi to whoever is reading this. This is a story my friend and I wrote in the middle of quite a few nights. This is indeed a HansxElsa story. If you ship it I hope you enjoy and if you don't and are just going to jab at our ship please dont read beyond this. Well, On with the story!
The now exiled prince was practically dragged outside, where all of his brothers and Queen Elsa stood.
"Prince Hans of the Southern Isles, you have been charged with attempted murder of the queen and princess of Arendelle. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I am guilty." He whispered. The guard stepped forward, first removing the cuffs then his tunic.
"Are you prepared for your punishment?" Hans' eldest brother spoke.
"Y-yes." He managed to choke out. He was dragged once more, feeling his wrists cuffed above his head. He felt a stinging pain in his wrists as he was hoisted up.
"The whip." His brother spoke. Hans closed his eyes and tensed every muscle he could to prepare himself for this punishment. The whip cracked once through the air before time seemed to stop, if only for a few seconds.
"This is going to hurt you more than its going to hurt me." His eldest brother said with a sinister smile. He rose his arm as far back as he could and released all of his strength upon his brother's back. Hans felt the sting of the whip and it felt like he had just been cut a thousand times. He cried out. Seconds passed before the whip hit again, causing another cry to escape. Hot tears rolled down his face and he was shaking feverishly. The queen closed her eyes and turned away.
"Even he doesn't deserve this", she thought. More crys of pain rang in the air. Tears spilled down the queens own cheeks, flinching everytime she heard his screams. Not much later the only sound was that of the whip. Not a single cry. His hair drooped over his eyes and his entire body was limp.
"Enough!" the queen intervened, "He has paid his debts."
The eldest stopped mid swing and looked over at the queen.
"Queen Elsa, this isn't even half-"
"I said enough. He is paying for his crime with his life. Besides, it was me who he tried to kill, not you. I will take charge and I will punish the prince my way," she spoke sternly.
"Now uncuff him and take him to a room." She turned around and walked back into the castle, not daring to look at the broken prince.
"Yes, ma'am", they mumbled as they cut their battered brother down. The two elder brothers carried him into a cell and put him down on his stomach.
He was bound by his wrists and tears now rolled down his face. Elsa stalked quietly down the hall. She caught a glimpse of his broken body smeared with blood. He saw her in the corner of his eye.
"Queen Elsa. Have you come here to see me tortured," he spat out at her.
"Actually I've come to help you." She said, her voice soft as silk.
"How could you possibly help me?" He spat. Instead of answering the Snow Queen moved her hands, creating a mere snowball. She made the snowball move toward him and he flinched when it came nearer. He felt a soothing coolness and no longer felt the stinging wounds from the whip. He looked up and the tears stopped pouring from his eyes.
"H-how did you do that?" He questioned.
"Magic." The queen responded.