Elsa sitting in her cell, placed in the farthest corner of the institution, away from the other residents of the St. Iduna institute for the criminally insane, stared out of the clouded window of her cell watching the cars and the people go by, staring at them, studying them, she could tell everything about a person from the way they moved and she saw the way they froze for a moment when passing this place.
Fear, she could see in them all. It was funny really "Who says you need television for entertainment" she thought with a creeping smile crawling across her face, remembering what she had accomplished that night and the power she had discovered, since then honed to a razor edge.
Hearing a tapping at the door Elsa snapped out of her fantasy, the guards gave their usual instructions, "stand against the wall, spread your hands and place them on the wall while on your knees", she knew the drill placing her hand behind her back and through the open slot, the cold of the handcuffs told her to step away from the door.
They walked down the pale blue halls of the institution, Elsa knew every turn, each door the guards with their finger and everyone they opened with a key, placing their fat digest on the scanners and thin keys in the doors.
Every week Elsa met with a court appointed therapist to treat her for her "sickness" and today she was meeting a new one, she tended to unnerve them into transferring.
After her weekly walk down the pale halls she was led to the meeting room, more like a cell with lights and chairs, she sat in the meeting room, the guards hastily cuffing her to the bolted down chair and she waited, the walls of the room were a pristine white, almost blinding with all the lights on.
It was more like an interrogation room than a meeting place for therapy, but chained to the chair she waited for her would be doctor to come and try his hand where other had failed. Watching them squirm on their first day to try and make heads or tails of her was like her own personal edition ER in 3D only this edition came with free pills to help pass the time.
Suddenly from behind she herd the door open and rubber soles squeak against tiled floors, as the therapist took his seat opposite to her she noted his slight smile now quit her own toothy ear to ear grin so much as a smile of a man who had the upper hand.
He was much older that her, at least double her age with grey hair and a thick moustache, he seemed to have a confident demeanour about that she had not seen before in the other doctors.
He sat there in his seat going over her file for another five minutes while she kept her usual cool watching every move he made, weighing him with her eyes, and after a few minutes of looking over his papers he finally spoke "hello my name is DR. Weselton and I am your new court appointed psychiatrist… I would like to start by asking you about you crimes".
"Go ahead".
"Your first murder was committed in mid-December of 2010 correct?" he said in a calm manner.
"That's the time autopsies pinpointed" replying in her blank tone, "yes, they were your parents, your father John Rottwell and Amanda Rottwell it says here, in your file, that you did it in a hunting fashion, skinned, gutted and it also notes that certain parts of them were missing, hearts, livers, tongue, and were never recovered, considering that there was now damage from wildlife and the way they were cut it is believed that you took those too, it this correct"
"Good times, and May I say you are more forward than the other, I like this approach" Elsa replied with a wide grin.
"Your father was a hunter and trapper and it is stated that he took you on trips of his for days at a time pulling you out of school for them and you committed your crimes in a very particular fashion like a hunter, would you say there is a connection".
Elsa just stared on and kept her mocking smile, saying "just getting an education from daddy as-all" the doctor decided after testing her reactions, thought it time to see were the nerves were in this beast and began to prod.
He leaned forword and asked, in his smooth tone "tell me, were you ever abused sexually or otherwise by your father on these little excursions in to the woods" Elsa, still smiling, replied in a cheery tone "why no doctor why do you ask", "because abuser tend to make abusers Elsa".
"What do you mean" she said in her mocking tone. But she could not overlook his confidence, how calm he was and it almost like he thought he had the upper hand "what's he planning" pondering to herself.
The doctor replied "because evidence was discovered that you were sexually abusing your fifteen year old sister Anna".
Elsa's smile faded and was replaced with piercing eyes and clenched teeth while replying "did Anna say this".
"No, certain… evidence of this was found under your floorboards, pictures mainly, among other things, is that why you killed your parents so you could have Anna" he said staring her down
Elsa still staring him dead in the eyes began to pull on her chain,"those were my private things"
"You killed your parents and this gave you power, so you used Anna because you could, because you wanted to keep feeling powerful and you were willing to use anyone weren't you, even your own sister, I suppose she was just convenient wasn't she" in his raised tone to match Elsa's.
Expecting a violent reaction the doctor was ready, but instead Elsa was completely still staring through the doctor and suddenly out of the thick silence she spoke "I'm sorry doctor but I don't like this show anymore and I think it's time I changed the channel" surprised and replying an amused tone said "Elsa this is the real would you can't change this but… I suppose that's enough, guards".
As he walked away Elsa loudly rattled her chains to get the doctor attention, as he passed her he stopped right beside her and looked down, Elsa looked up at him and said "that is what you think good doctor, but we are not done here and when it is, you and everyone ells in this bucket of pills and shit will know it!" staring in to his eyes and whispered "but not before you!".
"I am going take you head off slowly and painfully like slicing roast, back and forth with the blade slowly so you feel it and then maybe you'll understand what you did hear today"
Having been escorted back to her cell Elsa, Laying flat on her bed, began to lose herself to her thought and to the memories.
She was walking through the forest with her father; it is snowing, coming down heavily and covering everything in a thick blanket of snow. "Hurry it up" she could hear her father urging in his deep voice and she rushed along and away from the house. After what seemed like hours of wandering she suddenly realised that she could not see her father and began to hurry to catch up but the snow stopped her from seeing more than a few feet.
She called out "papa! papa!" she started running hoping to catch up all the while calling out "papa!" panicking.
Suddenly she felt a sharp tug on her shirt and she knew it she was in a cabin.
She looked around, still shaking, and saw this was the cabin same cabin they stopped in the last trip, and she relaxed herself. Looking at her father, standing by the hearth, she met his gaze.
He pierced her with his eyes and saw he was angry but he never yelled at her instead he walked to her, towering over her, staring down at her and raising his hand to strike "why do you have to be so god damn afraid" His hand coming down.
Like waking up from a nightmare she shot up, it was now dark, she had been in her own world for hours. A panic sweat soaked her, getting out of her bed she paced her cell she began to think about Anna "what are you doing right now little sis?"staring out the window.
As she turned to pace again, in the same moment she turned around, she saw her father sitting on her bed slouched with his fingers locked together, when he looked at her he raised from his spot and walked to her, his burley figure lumbering towards her, she could smell the cigarettes and whisky on him.
She backed in to a corner cower like the girl in her memory. Finally he spoke crouching to match her level, forcing her arms apart to clutch her throat he said "what's wrong with you, I tort you better, you know what to do get what you want, so why, you could be strong again…. If only you weren't so damned afraid!" his hand coming down she once again shielded herself but when she felt no strike she lowered her arms and he had disappeared.
On stiff legs she stammered to the door looking out through the bars.
"I am not afraid papa"
She heard him, her father, as a retreating whisper in the room in his old patronising tone "prove me wrong"
"You always did know just what to say didn't you papa"
"Go get her!" sounded the voice of her father
"She is mine!" she cries.