For LJ1983, I tried my best for the Princess and the Frog.

Kirsty had kissed many a man in her life. She thought she had finally found her prince with Trevor.

Oh, she was thrilled when she met him and when he told her how he loved her. She thought it was like a dream come true. But there was this nagging feeling in her gut. Like something kept telling her that he wasn't the one.

'Of course he's the one. No one else matters but him.' Kirsty told herself this. And yet something was wrong.

Her mind kept filling with visions of him. Not Trevor, but the demon. She knew him as Pinhead and had only met this demon twice. Both times she escaped with her life, but just barely. Her mind often strayed to him and she wondered if he was ever brought back to life. He had sacrificed himself to save her and Tiffany.

In the end, the demon became a hero for her. Well, more like he hated the Channard cenobite than her.

Her life soon became Mrs. Kirsty Gooden and she thought that her whole life had turned around. It started pleasantly at first. They each had a job and they had gotten an apartment together. They agreed that they would live there until they had enough for a house. And perhaps they'd start a family together.

But soon after their marriage Trevor began to act strange. He would suddenly start going to work more often and he would start snapping at her. She told herself that it was because he was trying to get a promotion. That he was trying to make her life better.

So, Kirsty ignored it. All the while, she kept thinking about Pinhead. Something about him kept popping into her brain and refused to go away. She would catch herself thinking about him in the shower, making dinner, for God's sake she was fantasizing about him in bed!

What was wrong with her? Why was he suddenly popping into her head?

Later she found out that he was cheating on her. Having sex on the side was unforgivable. Nothing a simple divorce couldn't solve. But then she overheard him and his buddy.

They were going to kill her! They wanted to kill her for her money! The money that was left to her by her uncle. She never touched it feeling that it would somehow corrupt her is she touched it.

Kirsty knew that she had to get the police. But she would have to get more information. She would have to make him confess before he killed her. If she got a confession out of him then she would have sufficient evidence against him and lock him away for good.

And then their anniversary rolled around. Kirsty pretended that nothing was wrong. Like she didn't know what he was up to. He handed her a gift. A square shaped box that could hold anything inside of it. She unwrapped it and looked at her gift with horror.

He had handed her the box. The Lament Configuration. She knew what he wanted her to do with it. Fine, she'll play his game. But hopefully the demon would be willing to aid her in her revenge.

She opened the puzzle box and prayed that he would be in a good mood to help her. Or that it was even him that would answer her summon.

Pinhead did. He answered her call and seemed rather pleased that it was her that opened it. He had waited long enough for her to come to him and he was going to take his opportunity and make her his.

It took her a moment to get over her shock of seeing him alive. But she had a personal mission to accomplish. And she would have to do it before he decided to take her instead.

"He wanted you here not me." She said to him as if that made her opening the box okay.

"Still playing the innocent Kirsty?" He had asked softly, seeing that she desired something. "You disappoint me. Through all these years, surely you realize that you want me here." He continued.

"You opened the door a long time ago and it will never be closed until I get what I came for." He told her with a dead calm. He was reasoning with her now.

"My soul." Kirsty said with a heavy heart.

"It was your loving husband who did the hard work. He made it easy for me. It seems your family always does." He was trying to discourage her.

"That was Frank. I gave him back to you. I did what I promised." Kirsty said trying to defend herself.

"Don't think I'm not grateful. I am eternally grateful." He said taking a few steps forward. "But there was another deal wasn't there. You will not have forgotten that I gave myself so that you could run. Did you think that gift was nobly and freely given? Did you!?" He had shouted the last half, but she knew that it was an intimidating move. He was trying to scare her into coming with him.

"I will not rest until I get what I want. And what I want is you." He told with an air of finality. He wasn't allowing her to get a word in. As far as he was concerned he was going to get what he wanted and there would be no negotiating.

A chain had rattled off in the distance. "They will be waiting for you at the gates of your Hell. The uncle who still lusts after what he cannot have. The sweetly sinful stepmother, and of course the father who aches to hold his little girl again. Don't you want to run to daddy?" His voice was suddenly becoming sinister.

"I am done running." Kirsty told him defiantly. She suddenly became aware that they were not alone. A few cenobites she hadn't seen before were coming out the wood work.

"The box will never let you go. You solved the puzzle. You unleashed the power. There is no turning back." The cenobites were forming a circle around her now.

"You know the price. Are you prepared to pay?" He asked her.

Kirsty panicked. "Wait!" She threw her arms out as if that would stop them. "Wait."

"What if I make you a deal?" She asked.

This intrigued Pinhead. "Interesting." His tone encouraging her to continue.

"I will give you five souls in exchange for mine." She said, hoping that he would accept.

"You will bring them to me yourself?" Pinhead asked.

"You'll get your five." She said with a lot more courage this time.

Pinhead was a little impressed this time. He was going to allow her to kill her enemies and give them to him. It would only put her that much closer into his grasp.

"It seems that I underestimated you. You've grown into quite the adversary." He complimented.

"I had a great teacher." Kirsty had said that more to herself than to him. Pinhead smiled at her reluctant compliment.

"Very well then. I accept." He told her.

A deal was made and she delivered all five souls as she promised. Three were the whores that he slept with, his buddy that he collaborated her murder with. And lastly, her husband. The man she thought would be her Prince Charming.

She relished his death with all of her being. Both of them had lost themselves in his death. Kirsty, relieved that she wouldn't be killed by her husband. Pinhead knew that she would be his soon. He couldn't help it. He grabbed her by her hair and forced her to kiss him.

The kiss was oh so sweet and oh so right. An old saying popped into her head at that moment. 'You must kiss many frogs until you find your prince.'

Who would have thought that her prince would be the Prince of Hell.