A/N Sorry for the long update, but I'm glad to finally present to you the next chapter.
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Warning: This chapter will again contain some strong language, minor violence and conversations pertaining to implied sexual violence.
Chapter Four.
"This is so fucking humiliating," Hans muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Stepping towards his brother, Halberd smirked as he placed a hand to his ear. "What was that, Hans? Did you say something? You're really going to need to speak up because I'm getting rather deaf in my old age."
Hans exploded angrily. "You damn well know what I'm talking about! Now can you just hurry and get this over with!" Being uncomfortably strapped to a cot, stark naked with nothing but a thin blanket covering him for the past few days was utterly embarrassing.
"Tsk, tsk, have you really no manners, little brother?" Halberd quipped, uncorking a vial. "Perhaps next time I'll think twice about my valiant effort in ensuring your survival.
The younger man glared up at his brother with a hint of vehemence. "Well none of this would actually be necessary if you hadn't of tried to kill me in the first place. What the hell were you thinking anyway?"
Halberd answered with a bitter response. "Hmmm? What was I thinking?! I'll tell you what I was thinking. I was thinking that my brother lost focus and wasn't very efficient at getting the job done. I on the hand had no problem performing the task." He threw his head back reveling in the moment before continuing with anticipation. "Really, you should be congratulating me on a job well done. As for that little slut she played her part much better then anticipated. I think at one point she was rather enjoying it. See Hans, even a beautiful and graceful Queen can become shameful trash."
Hans exchanged a glance with Halberd, looking rather shocked at his brother's choice of words. "What in tarnation! Do you have to talk about her in such a perverse way?"
"Oh you should have been there, brother. She was so so warm and soft, nothing I imagined from such a frigid bitch. The experience was delightfully exquisite."
The younger Prince's anger turned to unadulterated fury. "Goddamn you, Halberd! I'd throttle you now if I wasn't so weak."
Halberd rolled his eyes in disapproval. "There's no need to get so emotional, Hans. By the way you're acting, anyone would think you have feelings for the Queen."
At his assumption, Hans resisted an overwhelming urge to slap his older sibling. "That's ridiculous! I was just a little uncomfortable about you taking advantage of her in such a vulnerable state, nothing more. That doesn't mean I'm growing soft. It's called a conscience, dear brother. But I guess you wouldn't know anything about that."
The other man let out a hearty chuckle. "Says the disgraced and banished Prince. Now, are you going to allow me to heal you or not?"
As the liquid came in contact with his flesh, Hans gritted his teeth, desperately attempting to suppress a yelp. The pain was agonizing, yet he was determined not to show weakness. After several moments the pain subsided and the younger Prince was able to catch his breath. "After all this I think I deserve a stiff drink," he added scornfully.
"Since you've been a good boy, I think I may be able to accommodate your request." Halberd left the room momentarily, returning with a glass of clear liquid which he smugly handed to his brother.
Hans swallowed half the glass in one gulp, yet the subsequent look of disdain on his face told Halberd he wasn't too happy with his cool beverage. "Hey what the hell is this?!"
"Something wet, but non toxic," Halberd explained with a malicious grin.
"I said a stiff drink! How is this a stiff drink? It's fucking water!"
"Stop your pathetic, stupid whining. Now I'm going to freshen up and then check on the Queen. You get some much needed rest. I'll be back to check on you later."
Elsa woke to find herself crumpled into a ball on the cold, hard floor. The first thing she was immediately aware of was a severe burning pain in her stomach. It felt like someone ripping and tearing at her skin. The feeling was like nothing she'd ever experienced before, this odd sensation was almost unbearable. As she attempted to move she surprisingly found that only her hands had been restrained this time, yet they were still encased in thick, metal shackles. After managing to roll onto her side, the blonde tried to sit up. However as soon as she did so she was slammed with a wave of nausea. Ugh!
Suddenly she thought about her powers and whether they could aid her. Cautiously, she allowed the cold to flow through her, hoping to accomplish something with her magic. But after summoning nothing more then a few snowflakes and without so much as a warning the young Queen began to shake violently and uncontrollably. The throbbing pain in her stomach was so intense, Elsa was sure she was dying. Experiencing so much agony she slumped back down to a lying position, tears leaking out the corners of her eyes.
Hours passed and the pain gradually subsided, allowing her to sleep. However, she had only managed to close her eyes for a split second when she was startled by the clang of the heavy door and loud footsteps echoing ominously.
"Hello, Your Majesty. How are you feeling?"
The sound was an almost familiar voice, yet due to her mind being so blurry and confused it wasn't yet fully recognizable. "Who is it?"
"You wound me, Snow Queen. How could you not recognize me?" Halberd went to light a nearby lantern before taking a menacing step towards her.
Elsa's body numbed as the figure stepped into view, whilst his glittering green eyes made her blood run cold. Somewhere deep down inside the recesses of her mind she knew he was the one who was responsible for how she was feeling right now. "You did something to me, didn't you? Tell me, what did you do?"
The elder Westergard leered over her, cackling heinously. "I'm deeply offended you don't remember our wonderful time together, Elsa."
The blonde scrunched her eyebrows trying to think, but for the life of her she couldn't remember anything that had happened. She shook her head in confusion. "Time together? What are you talking about?"
"It's a pity my brother wasn't around to witness it," Halberd sneered as he touched her cheek. "And to think he was so looking forward to being the one to defile the magnificent Snow Queen and sire our future prodigy." He let out a dramatic sigh. "But alas, I'm afraid to say that when push came to shove he just wasn't up to the task."
Her body tensed automatically out of fear. "What does that even mean? I...I don't...understand."
"Oh Elsa. I'm surprised a woman of your intelligence and intellect hasn't figured it out. But I suppose your memory could be a little hazy right now, so let me fill you in. Three days ago you consumed a mysterious potion of my own invention. Whilst this elixir was working its wonderful magic, my brother was supposed to...well to put it rather bluntly...desecrate you."
Elsa shook her head, grimacing at the horrifying thought, before she listened to Halberd ramble on.
"Unfortunately, being the pathetic lump of turd that he is, Hans got cold feet and decided he couldn't go through with the act. If he wasn't my own flesh and blood I would have killed him on the spot for interrupting my holy and graceful plans. Instead though I simply punished him and I was forced to finish the damn job myself. And aren't you glad I did. I'd almost forgot what being with a woman felt like. It was rather thrilling if I should say so myself."
She glared up at the man in pure hatred, her emotions rapidly heightening as she fought to hide the tears brimming in her eyes. "No, no, no! You didn't...you couldn't...I've never been with a man before. You sick...perverted psycho!"
Halberd flashed her a sardonic grin. "Now you've hurt my feelings." He continued laughing manically. "There really is no reason to be so cold, my dear."
No sooner had he said that the temperature in the room plummeted, ice spread across the floor, icicles starting to form dangerously and the metal shackles covering her wrists frosted over causing the metal to become weak & brittle.
Halberd was somehow unperturbed by her little outburst. He simply whipped out a dagger, holding it threateningly to the Queen's throat. "Be a good girl now and make it stop. I know that you can control it."
"And if I don't?" She questioned defiantly. "What are you going to do then, kill me?"
"Don't test me, Snow Queen. I may need you alive, but I can still make things very unpleasant for you. Now curb this rash behavior."
"Go ahead. Do your worst," Elsa cried, tears threatening her vision.
With a smirk, Halberd attacked her in the only non-violent way he knew how. "Then you leave me no choice. If you don't stop this little temper tantrum right this instant, I will send my lackeys into Arendelle. I will have them bring your little sister to me and then I will make you watch as I torture her. Then when I think she's had enough, I will slit her throat. Do you understand?"
The Queen gasped. Threatening Anna was all it took for Elsa to relent, her magic dissipating almost instantly. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she silently berated herself. She clenched her teeth, angry at her vulnerability. Why do you have to be my weakness, Anna?
"See my dear. You are powerless against me. Now, may I suggest you conserve your strength, because if everything goes as planned you're going to need it."
After Halberd had left her in total darkness, Elsa curled up into a fetal position, sobbing uncontrollably. Please Anna. Please find me. I need you.
Anna awoke early that morning with an overwhelming urge to vomit. With no time to even put on her robe, the Princess dashed out of her room and tore down the hallway towards the bathroom. Once inside she hunched over the toilet bowl and proceeded to empty her stomach contents.
After that rather unpleasant experience was finally over, the redhead shakily struggled to her feet and staggered over to the sink. Staring at her rather pale complexion in the mirror, Anna gripped her stomach which was still cramping. UGH! What is wrong with me?
After trudging back to her chambers, she instantly came face to face with her very concerned husband.
"Anna, there you are," he said softly. "Where were you? I woke up and you weren't there. I was that worried I was about to call one of the guards."
Ever since Elsa's disappearance, Kristoff had been extremely overprotective of her. It was something Anna loved and hated at the same time. "I'm fine, honestly. I just needed to use the bathroom."
The ice master wasn't convinced. This past week his wife had been vomiting on a regular basis, tiring easily and eating excessively. "You're not fine. I think it's about time we take you to see Dr Heins."
Anna tried to ease his worry. "I don't need to see a Doctor. I told you before it's just stress. Please don't be alarmed, it's nothing I can't handle."
"But I'm worried about you," the blond murmured. "What loving husband wouldn't be?"
Again she tried to put his mind at rest. "Don't be. So I'm a little sick and tired, so what? None of that matters. What matters is taking care of this kingdom and finding my sister."
Kristoff nodded mutely, brushing her lower lip with his thumb and tilting her chin up. "Always putting others needs above your own. Elsa is lucky to have a sister like you, and I'm extremely lucky to have a wife like you."
Anna rested a hand on his shoulder. "And I'm lucky to have a wonderful husband like you."
One hour Later.
Anna had ordered Captain Gunter and the royal guard to assemble in the throne room for an update on the situation. Both Kai and Kristoff had demanded they accompany her for some much needed support.
But as she stood outside the throne room a brief spell of anxiety overcame her. Resting her hand on the door handle, she hesitated. Stop this, Anna. I can do this. Gingerly she stepped inside trying to keep a somewhat regal composure.
The small band of men were already gathered around the large table, studying several maps and charts. As soon as Kai announced their presence they all stood to attention, greeting their Princess respectfully.
Sweeping past them, she took her place at the head of the table, before questioning the Captain rather formally. "Has there been any update on my sister's whereabouts?"
The tall, muscular man stepped forward, towering over the young redhead. He kept his head bowed hoping to hide his sincere regret. "No, Your Highness, I'm afraid not."
Anna rose to her feet. "And why not?" She demanded to know.
"Your Highness...let me explain," Captain Gunter began.
Anna raised her hand to silence him. "No explanation is required. You and your men are obviously lacking in competence. My sister, your Queen has been missing for almost two weeks and you're telling me you have no leads whatsoever!"
Kristoff noted the change in Anna's tone almost immediately. It was becoming increasingly indignant and bitter.
"Your Highness, I don't know what to say," the Captain groveled. "I can assure you my men have been searching day and night for the Queen. They have in no way been slacking. You have my word that finding the Queen is our number one priority. Unfortunately, there has been a slight problem. You see their search is being hindered by cold, hunger and severe exhaustion."
The Princess sympathized with their plight. "I understand that and I'm happy to provide plenty of rations for your men, however it seems with all your so called efforts you're still no closer to finding my sister."
The Captain spoke up once again. "I assure you we are doing everything we possibly can, Your Highness. But finding the Queen is like finding a needle in a haystack. And with all due respect there is no evidence she is still in Arendelle. She could have been smuggled aboard a ship and taken far across the sea by now. She could literally be anywhere..that's if she's even still alive at all."
Anna was fuming. "Don't say that! Never say that! My sister isn't dead. How dare you suggest a thing. Elsa is out there somewhere. She didn't just vanish into thin air."
"Forgive me, Your Highness, I didn't mean to... We'll get back out there immediately. We'll interrogate every single citizen of Arendelle if necessary, you have - " he trailed off seeing the Princess's increasingly paling face. "Your Highness?"
Kristoff also noticed something was wrong. "ANNA!" He called out in shock, running over to her.
The Princess didn't answer, instead she whimpered as she gripped the edge of the table. A wave of dizziness overwhelmed her and she found herself swaying uncontrollably.
The ice master was at her side immediately, catching her in his arms before she fell. Anna yelped as she grabbed onto her husband for dear life. Panicking the redhead clawed at him, desperately digging her nails into his arm. "Something's wrong...Kristoff." Everything blurred as the darkness quickly overtook her.
Kristoff gently lowered her to the floor, before raising the alarm. "Quick! Someone fetch the doctor."
A/N Next chapter there will be news for both sisters..And more intense drama will begin
