A/N: This has nothing to do with the other My Immortal story. Sorry for the overlap.
"Your Highness, you should be the one to decide his fate," the elderly civil servant rumbled out, startling the young woman out of her reverie. The whole council was looking, at her. Arendelle's Crown Princess gulped.
"I- I'm sorry," she muttered apologetically, "I was thinking about something else there for a second. What did you say? Did you say something? Was that me imagining things again?"
Anna sank in her chair slowly, willing the windbags that could talk about nothing for hours to find something else to rant about. Her queenly sister quirked a fine brow at her reddening face, and cleared her throat.
"Master Gustafsson, please continue," she intoned demurely. The old man huffed and drew a raspy breath.
"Your Highness, you should, by popular vote of the People, decide Hans' fate."
"Sure," the redhead stammered out, regaining her verbal footing.
xXxXx
The churning of the floating prison transport stopped, the ship groaning under the weight of its own inertia against the wharf. Jangling keys sounded, and the reinforced wood door swung open. The exiled prince sheltered his bleary eyes against the afternoon sun, and bit out a greeting. He never expected to hear the melodic voice that floated to him, freezing his insides in horror.
Outside the door, the Royal Sisters of Arendelle deadpanned from the wharf, watching the dishonoured man being dragged off the ship's deck. Growling softly, Princess Anna gripped her sibling's arm in comfort, willing her elder to stay calm, speaking through the bond that they had shared in their very blood.
Thrown at the Queen's feet, Hans showed his distaste for receiving justice, spitting blood before the two women that now towered over him. The same melodic and passionate voice from before rang in his ears.
"Take this person to the stocks," she growled lowly, unheard except by those in her immediate vicinity, "we will deal justice as is our duty."
Turning on her heel, the younger royal tugged a neutral-faced Queen behind her, as she strode to the nearest guardhouse. Stopping before the door to the small shack, Anna pulled her sister close, and rubbed small circles into the fractal-covered arm she held.
"Elsa," she started, peering into the enraged eyes of the otherwise closed off monarch. No one could read her, but those closest to her. Read her body motions, tone, breathing patterns, and eyes. And right now, the Queen was enraged.
"Elsa, order the guards to strip him."
The blonde's eyes widened, and she gulped, observing the maniacal and unpredictable redhead carefully. She breathed in a short two bursts of frigid air, and nodded, turning to a guard near the couple. A few whispers later, the lightly armoured soldiers of her personal escort ripped the tattered rags off the ruddy-haired form hunched on the docks, and led it to the stocks, where they placed his wrists and neck in the wooden block. Chains clamped on his ankles, and the guards left the prisoner to ponder the fresh breeze of the harbour. And how his nuts would fall off in the morning, frostbitten into little pebbles of death.
xXxXx
After a short conversation, Anna convinced her ruler that Hans' penalty was death. He had tried to overthrow the sitting government of the Nation, she cursed, and now he would pay the penalty. At least, she wanted him to. Elsa only hugged herself, more and more incredulous at her little sister's vitriol.
"Can't we just banish him?" the Queen tottered out, fingering her bracelet nervously. The younger sister snorted and fixed her eyes in a possessive glare.
"He tried to take us away from each other, Elsa. No one takes my love from me," she rasped.
Huffing discontentedly, the elder looked into the mug of cocoa she rested on the small table by her chair. In it, she could see the molten chocolate roiling, reminding her of Anna's all-encompassing desire for her. Water and marshmallows bobbed in the delicious substance, reminding her of how she truly was nothing if Anna wasn't there. Her heart settled, and she glanced at her lover, who was licking her fangs absentmindedly. She would always choose Anna's happiness; she couldn't say she'd do any differently ultimately, if her sister was ever threatened.
"Okay."
Chuckling, the vampiress speared a marshmallow on her teeth, teetering her mug slightly, letting the drink swarm her mouth. Putting the mug down, she extended her frame into a standing position, and trod to the Queen, and kissed her lips softly, running a hand up the woman's arm, and back onto her breast.
"I thought it was my decision," she rasped as Elsa's open mouth found her pulse point, and Anna's form thrust itself into her sister's lap.
