Chapter 3

~ Very Special Plans ~

I was beginning to worry. Kristoff had been gone for quite some time. He was three days behind Hans and Elsa even if he could save her a lot could happen those three days.

"Princess Anna." one of the ladies of the Royal Court came into my room. Nodding politely and smiling. "Princess Anna, the court is very upset with the choice you made to send Kristoff after Elsa. "

I looked at her and sighed. "I really don't care, Elsa is my sister and your Queen."

The lady nodded. "I am aware, I've started making preparations for your sisters return. There will be several people ready to tend to her when she arrives."

I smile. "Thank you." I reply in a soft voice.

The lady, who's name escapes me walks up closer. As I try not to cry, but I know she can see my worry and sadness anyways. "Princess Anna, everything will be fine. Don't worry I can see how stressed you are."

I didn't speak for a long time. The lady started backing away. "Let somebody know if you need something, you are not alone Anna."


I wake up and look at my surroundings dim lights, cellar door, and nowhere to sleep. I manage to drag myself to the wall. My body hurt, it hurt to breathe it even hurt to simply exist. I tried using magic again nothing much happened but I could feel thin layer of Ice coating my hand, I was slowly regaining strength but I fear it won't last. I begin to voices in the hall. "Tell prince Hans his prisoner is awake."

I began to cry at that moment, I could help it the tears just ran down my face. I couldn't stand the thought of more pain, enduring more torment and soon enough he would be down here, it made me cringe. I tried to hold back tears as I heard shuffling about, and more voices. Eventually the door opened, and I turned away from it closing my eyes.

"Elsa." Hans' malicious laugh rang in the air. "Not so powerful now are you? Too weak to move, too weak for magic, and much too weak to be a Queen." I could hear his footsteps growing louder. He was nearing me "Soon, Arendelle will be mine. You and your sister will be... nothing." The Prince knelt in front of me. He gripped my chin tightly forcing me to look at him. But I refused to open my eyes. "Open your eyes." he demanded, when I didn't he squeezed tighter. I screamed in pain, my mouth hurt, I could taste blood in it again. I opened my eyes but my vision was blurry and full of tears.

"Elsa... you're not going anywhere for a long time." Hans smiled. "Just me and you."

He released his grip on my jaw and pulled his hand away. "Now stand." he commanded. I began trying to stand up using the wall. My hands were still bound tight behind my back. My legs ached in protest as soon as I put any pressure on them. I moved from the wall and collapsed onto the floor, not even able to support myself.

"You're pathetic." Hans glared shaking his head I could see the vicious look in his eyes as her stared down at me. "I said stand." he hissed.

I shook my head. "I can't." I cry mumbling softly. "I can't do it, It... It hurts too much."

"Stand up, you little witch or I shall make you wish you never existed!" he yelled in an angry tone. "You are under my command and I expect you to listen to me!"

I try to stand again. Getting to my knees and wobbling about. I get about halfway up before my legs give out and I'm on the floor again. I look up at Hans and breathe in deeply as he grabs my arm forcing me up and against the wall. Only inches from my face I look at him fearfully and he laughs. "You're going to wish you listened to me once I'm through with you." he smirked. I want to hide my fear, but it's impossible I can't help but to show how afraid I am. I know I could die at any moment. I'm not sure why Hans has bothered to keep me around.

He backs away slightly and pulls out a little blade. pressing the flat end against my cheek. "Now you're going to answer a question for me, Elsa, and you better tell me what I want to hear." he paused. "Or I'll make you bleed." Hans took a deep breath I could feel his heavy breathing on my face. "Are you afraid of me." he asked with confidence failing to suppress a large smile.

I close my eyes tight and hold in my breath for a few seconds. "Yes." I breath out softly a few tears run down my face.

"Good." Hans replied pulling the blade from my face he looks at my tattered hair. In its messy and bloody side braid. Picking it up in his hands he shakes his head laughing. Hans brought the blade to my hair cutting a few inches off. I watched it fall to the floor. "You'll hardly miss it, and now with the way you look. Nobody will recognize you as the 'Queen of Arendelle' I bet even your own sister wouldn't know who you are with all that blood you're covered in."

I breathed in deeply trying to keep from crying. Thinking how happy I would be to finally get away from Hans. "Now" he put a hand against my face. Running his fingers against my cheek. "You aren't so powerful anymore are you?"

When I did not respond and only looked down to my feet I could see he had the blade in his other hand. He moved it quickly and sliced my cheek open again. "That was a question!" he hissed as I cried out in pain. "Answer it"

But I wasn't listening to him. I was distracted by the pain and the red blood I could feel dripping down my face. "Answer me!" Hans screamed grabbing my shoulders and slamming me into the wall.

"No!" I reply sobbing. "No I'm not powerful." My voice shakes.

The Prince laughs again. "Oh Elsa, you don't know how much I'm enjoying this." Hans grabs my arm looking at me making direct eye contact as he says those words. I kick him as hard as I can at that moment and he sends me flying into the opposite wall. "You will respect me!" he whispers angry and my sobbing form curled up on the ground. I soon hear the door creak open and slam shut again. Hans has left, once again I'm alone.

I can't stop crying the pain is overwhelming. I hear soft footsteps and hope whoever is outside isn't coming to see me. But I hear the lock on the cellar door being fiddled with. I close my eyes not moving, trying not to cry. But that doesn't work, I can't hold back the tears. Finally the door opens after a few seconds and I cringe. "Please." I mumble in such a quiet voice it's almost not audible. "enough." But the footsteps near me I hear the person getting closer. I don't think I can take anymore pain today. Hans already tormented me enough.

I shut my eyes tightly. "Elsa?" he questions. But the voice doesn't belong to Hans. I know this persons voice very well. But all I can manage is to mumble and continue crying softly. Relieved someone who wasn't going to hurt me was finally here.

"Hey." He looks at me, I can see his face. I know he sees how terribly I look. Messy, bloody and sloppy cut hair. My face has many bruises and cuts all over, my dress is torn and stained. Every inch of my body protests in pain with even the slightest movement. "I'm going to get you out of here okay?" Kristoff speaks in a soothing tone. "Anna is very worried about you. She's going to be so happy to see you're alive." I smile slightly at the thought of seeing my sister again. I can tell Kristoff knows I'm in very bad condition, by the noises he's making the way his voice begins to waver when he speaks.

"I'm going to cut these ropes off your hands." he says softly. Soon, I feel the ropes fall off my hands. It feels so good not to have the rough rope rubbing against my raw, bloody wrists. I feel large arms wrap themselves around me and pick me up gently. Holding my tiny body tightly. "It's okay Elsa, nobody is going to hurt you anymore." I look up at Kristoff with teary eyes, he smiles down at me. "Close your eyes Elsa, and try to get some sleep." he whispers. "We're going back to Arendelle."

I wake up slowly slightly dizzy, but very quite comfortable. Wrapped in blankets and surrounded by pillows. "Elsa, I'm so glad you're finally awake." Kristoff looked at me. "You've been asleep for about two days."

I breathe softly, it still hurts but at least I can heal now. "The doctor I took with me from Arendelle fixed you up pretty good while you were unconscious." Kristoff sat at the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?" He asks.

"Fine." I reply exhausted pushing hair from my face, remembering it was cut a few days ago. Now what used to be a bloody tangled mess, was washed and fell nicely around my shoulders. Both wrists were bandaged as well as my shoulder. Kristoff sighed deeply. "Elsa, it's going to take a while for you to heal."

I nod sadly almost crying. "Why does it hurt so much."

"Because you're not used to being comfortable. When you were down there your body was surviving. It had to try and keep you strong, now because you're safe you realize the pain is much greater than you thought" I glance at him confused but he seemed to be right. "Get some sleep Elsa, you should be resting we still have five days before we reach Arendelle and Anna will want to spend as much time with you as she can." Falling back asleep I begin dreaming about the memories of what happened.


Hans pushed me against the wall holding the blade against my skin. "Do you want to die witch!" He hisses pushing the blade into me further and further every second.

"No!" I scream but he doesn't listen it's as if he can't even hear me. "No stop it!" I scream as blood begins to fall everywhere. I grow dizzy and sick falling over, watching Hans as he knelt down to me. "You deserve to die. Elsa..." He smirks.