Frostskader
That's "Frostbite" in Norwegian
Disclaimer: I wish
I knew the queen would see me today.
For one, she's a very high-stress type of person. With being a queen and all that, it's sort of expected.
And did I mention the ice powers?
Yes. I said ice powers. For I am Hans, Formerly of the Southern Isles, lucky prisoner of the Arendelle queen herself.
The Ice Queen. Also known as Queen Elsa.
You see, I tried to kill her once. But that's a story for another time.
Everyday she stands before me, locked up in my little cell, frost gleaming on the walls in twisted, razor-sharp spires, her ice-blue eyes locked on me, glittering with hatred and disgust. Her chin up, one eyebrow arched, lips twisted in a sneer. Her icy robes swirled around her feet. She stands proud, regal as the snow-eagles that swoop down from the mountains, feathers white-on white.
But I know her flaw. Her weakness. And I keep that in mind as she paces in front of the prison I now call home, lusting for my death, but fearing the heart-wrenching guilt of a murderer.
Author's Note:
These are drabble-chapters. Just to be clear.
