Here's the first glimpse at what happened to Peter. You're welcome.

Peter forced himself to swallow the slippery noodles. The food was hot and delicious, but it was too much for his shriveled stomach, but Elsa made him finish his plate every night. The eighth night since he awoke Elsa finally was around to hear him vomiting and her heart shattered because she knew it was her fault.

"Why didn't you tell me? I wouldn't have pushed you to eat all of your food if I knew sweetheart. I'm so sorry."

"I just wanted to make you happy." He tried to smile a little to ease her pain, but he felt more coming up and concentrated on keeping it down as she took her damp rag and wiped away the remnants of regurgitated pasta from his pale lips.

"Peter, don't worry about my happiness. I am already happy. You're home, with me."

He opened his mouth to say something, but his stomach churned from the fumes coming from the bucket he was using while she spoke and up came more from his rejected dinner.

Elsa rubbed his back, always closing her eyes when he upchucked to avoid doing it herself. The stench was intensifying, and she felt her stomach begin to swirl.

After Peter was finished he set down his bucket on the floor and then got underneath his covers again. "I think I'm done for now." He said tiredly, and again Elsa wiped his mouth clean. "Thank you for staying with me." She was rinsing her rag clean, but when he spoke she let it float in her water bucket.

"Of course Peter. You don't need to thank me." She said with a sad smile and ran her slender fingers through his slick hair. "Would you like to bathe tonight? I can get a male guard to assist you-"

"No!" Peter half shouted and Elsa jumped a little and retracted her hand from his sweaty hair. "I-I mean... I can bathe myself. I'll be fine."

"I'll go run some water for you then. Do you want it warm or cold since you're starting to burn up?" She said as unphased as she could from the mild shock of him shouting. Her mind racking itself for an explanation, but not finding one as she felt his clammy forehead.

"More cool than warm would be nice, if it's not too much trouble." He spoke quickly at the last part. He hated being waited on. He knew he needed it, but he didn't like depending on others.

"No trouble at all." She smiled warmly and lovingly caressed his cheek then bent forward to kiss his warm forehead. "It's good to see your color coming back. You're at least looking much more healthy." She commented as she rose from the side of the bed she was sitting at.

"I do feel much better actually, thanks to you. The food just is a little too rich I think."

"I'll have them simplify it for you then." She reached down for both of the buckets.

"I think I just need a little less is all."

"Alright, I'll have them lessen your portions. You tell me when you can't eat anymore from now on okay?"

"Okay." And with that Elsa smiled then left the room. Peter closed his eyes and tried to focus on her smile and not his swirling stomach.

Elsa dumped out the vomit and the water and left them on the floor outside the water closet to be picked up and scrubbed later. She ran the bath on full heat since it was easier to make it cooler than it was to make the cold water warmer. When she thought it was the temperature Peter wanted she left and went to go get him, and half way there she ran into Kristoff holding little Robert.

"Is everything alright?" She asked as they came closer towards each other.

"I was about to ask you the same thing. Urgent news came in of something and Anna volunteered to handle it for now. I don't know what it is, they didn't want to tell me. Anna just wanted you to know she's in the meeting room if you need her." Robert starred at Elsa like he was deep thought, in Kristoff's arms.

"I was just going to help Peter to his bath. I might swing by afterwards to see what's the matter. I wonder why they wouldn't tell you." Elsa went and wormed her finger into Robert's tiny hand.

"I can help him if you want to go find her now."

"Peter almost had a heart attack when I suggested a man help him. I'll do it myself."

"Hmm... How is he tonight?"

"Well, I finally learned that he's been throwing up everyday after he eats. I accidentally walked in when the doctor came in to change his dressings on his wounds. Kristoff, he's a skeleton. And my god... The scars on his back. They're all I can think of when I'm with him." Her voice began to tremble as she played with the baby's hand to cheer herself up.

Kristoff just looked at her pained face and wanted so much to hold her, if only he wasn't on mommy duty. "Has he told you anything?"

"He doesn't know I saw his scars. The door was open a little that day. I saw them, then I ran away and then I puked. I cried for a good hour before Anna found me scrunched up in a ball. I almost made it back to my office before I broke down."

"Wow, it looks like nobody's telling me anything." He said a little hurt, and Elsa looked up at him.

"I'm sorry Kristoff. You know I'm not meaning to keep anything from you. I figured Anna told you. She probably just doesn't want you to worry. You've got this little guy to worry about enough." She smiled at him and he mirrored it back looking down at his son. "I better go back, before Peter thinks I've forgotten him."

"Yeah okay. Go on ahead." He looked at her one more time, and she was placing a tender kiss on her nephew's hairy head.

"Say bye bye, say bye bye!" Kristoff took one of Robert's hand to wave at Elsa as she walked past them, and she looked back at the baby being puppeteered to wave at her and she waved back at him before continuing on down the hallway.

"Peter?" She knocked then opened the door and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed again. "Are you feeling okay?" She asked as she walked in.

He turned his head back and said, "Yeah, I'm just taking my time getting up. I almost fell face first the first try."

"Oh, well let me help you!" She said excitedly and hurried over to him.

"I want to see if I can do it on my own." He said resolutely and she stopped in her tracks beside him. He once again began to lift himself off the bed, but very slowly this time. He almost became unbalanced and it took all Elsa's strength not to throw out her arms to try and catch him.

Finally he was on his feet, his arms out though to keep him that way. He was finally able to smile at his accomplishment.

"I'm sorry I took so long getting back. Kristoff went off to find and tell me there's been urgent news, but Anna went in for me to handle it."

Peter fell back on the bed, almost fainting again. He knew what the news was.

"Peter!" She shrieked, and reached over for him, but he threw up a hand signaling he was okay and then rose up onto his elbows.

"I'm fine." His voice was empty. It sounded weightless. He wasn't fine and nothing he could say would fool Elsa otherwise and he knew that. Tears lined up at his eyes. The past eight days he tried to be at peace. He lied to himself that all that happened to him was over, that they wouldn't come looking for him. He was just starting to believe it.

"No you're not. Listen, you still don't have to tell me what happened, but son't lie to me." Elsa stood in front of him with her hands balled on her hips, her eyes were flashing with mild anger.

Peter looked up at her with a blank expression, all his pain resurfacing, and her glare mellowed out. She extended a hand for him, and after staring at it for a few moments he surrendered and took it and let her pull him up. When he stood she put his arm around her shoulders and began to lead them out of the room.

"I have no choice but to tell you the truth now." He said breathlessly. Elsa just looked over at him feeling confused, but also hopeful. "I'll wait until we get there to tell you. I can't it hide anymore."

Elsa didn't say anything, but Peter know she understood, and so on they walked, or rather Elsa dragged. He was trying his best to walk, but his fear was beginning to cripple him and caused his legs to slowly go numb.

Eventually they reached the water closet and Elsa opened the door and dragged him in. She took him over to a stool in the corner that her parents used to sit on as they bathed Anna and her when they were little, an eternity ago.

"Please don't think any of this is your fault." He started, but Elsa quickly interrupted.

"Why don't we get you in the tub first, then you can tell me. I don't want the water to get too cold for you. Would you feel more comfortable with your clothes on?"

"No, I trust you. I just need help to get them off though." He said and she immediately went to help him.

"I promise I won't do anything." She said as she began to lift his tunic up.

"That's why I said I trust you." She rolled it up and pulled it off over his head then looked at him and for the first time in a week he was fully smiling. She pulled the tunic off from his arms and then folded it neatly and set it at the foot of the tub. He looked down at his shriveled torso, covered in yellowed bandages from all the serous fluid that still oozed from the infected wounds underneath.

"Do you have any gloves in here?" He asked looking at her hands. "The doctor always wears some to protect himself. My wounds aren't healing well, and you shouldn't touch them with your bare hands."

"I probably should also have brought a salve for them too shouldn't I have?" She said sadly, as if she failed him.

"It's okay Elsa. He keeps a jar in the dresser next to the bed, for in case something happens and my bandages need to be changed when he's not there."

"Will you be okay by yourself?"

"I'll manage." Again, he forced his lips to curl again and he produced another small smile that lifted Elsa's heart.

"I'll be right back then." She left the little closet and went into a dead sprint for his room. She prayed that she wouldn't run into anyone this time and her prayer was granted. She threw his door open and raced to the dresser and pulled open the first drawer and found two jars inside and grabbed them both. She set them on top of the dresser and pulled open the other drawers hoping to find a pair of gloves that maybe the doctor left. In the second drawer held five pairs of thin, white cotton gloves and seven rolls of gauze. She grabbed two pairs for just in case, three rolls of gauze, and the two jars and then made a mad dash back to the water closet.

"That was fast." Peter said as Elsa breathlessly pushed herself through the door with her arms full.

"I didn't want to risk running into anybody." She set the jars and gauze in the sink and put on a pair of gloves and returned to her patient. "So, do I just peel them off?" She asked innocently, having never been put in this situation before.

"Yeah, and try and do it quickly. They dry onto the cuts that leak and it hurts like hell when you take it off."

"Great."

"Don't worry. Just do it, don't think about it. They're all looking better the doctor said. I just need to keep resting and being nourished and I'll be right as rain again." He grabbed for her hand to place it where the bandage ended so she wouldn't have to feel for it.

She began pulling the bandage away from his body and started to walk around him as she unwound it, then she hit a snag after unwinding three times around him, the bottom layer completely stuck onto his back.

"Prepare yourself now. I heard it's not pretty uncovered." He said gravely. "Just pull it off hard and quick. It'll hurt me regardless."

"Oh Peter-"

"Just do it!"

She gasped from his shout and accidentally yanked on the bandage and it tore away from the infected slash beneath and he hissed in pain. "Don't stop!" She had to close her eyes, but she quickly pulled and stepped around him one last time and when she didn't feel resistance anymore she opened her eyes again and she was back in front of him.

His face was contorted in a grimace as he kept hissing from the excruciating, burning sting of the air against the reopened scars. Elsa looked down at the soiled gauze and gagged at them smell that wafted up as she balled it up and threw it into a waste pale. Her gloves didn't get anything on them so she decided it was safe to keep them on.

"Do I need to put the salve on now?"

"No. Just get me inside the water." He hissed through his teeth.

The adrenaline that began to spill into his blood was enough to wake his legs up again and he tried to stand up, and Elsa came over and put her hands under his arms to make sure he didn't fall over, but then she noticed one last piece of clothing.

"Do you want to take your pants off first?" She asked without the slightest hint of a blush in her voice, and he opened his squinted eyes slightly to look at her.

"If you don't mind." He said sharply, no tone, all breath.

"Just keep your hands on my shoulders okay?"

"Sure." He hissed out again.

She took a deep breath. Now that blush was creeping under her fair skin. She grabbed at the hem of his pants and quickly pulled them down exposing him completely. Somehow she found it easy not to stare. That's because something was missing, but her lack of knowledge of male anatomy didn't prepare her for what he should look like.

"Lift your right foot." She commanded and he did and she pulled that pant leg out from underneath. "Now the other one." He lifted his other foot and she grabbed the pants and rose up careful not to look down there. She folded the pants as well looking off to the side, avoiding his eyes at all cost. He had dropped his hands already.

When she finished folding his pants she stuffed them under arm and had him put his arm around her shoulder again and she walked him over to the tub.

She bent over so to not just drop his pants down on top of his tunic, and then she stood behind Peter as he gradually stepped into the water. She continued to hold onto him as he lowered himself down and he moaned in utter relief as the water soothed his smarting wounds as he submerged himself. When he got comfortable enough he closed his eyes and relaxed against the cool metal wall of the tub and Elsa went to drag the wooden stool over so she could be near him.

"So... Why would I think what happened to you was my fault?" She asked cautiously, taking off and throwing away her gloves. He opened his eyes again, but he didn't dare look at her. He stared right ahead of him, for a thousand meters.

"I was mugged... and taken prisoner... A few days after I sent my last letter."

Elsa heart stopped. It just plain stopped beating. It felt like it had fallen from it's place and rested with her bowels.

"I was sold into slavery because my captors thought they had captured a prince or something. They were constantly gloating about how they defeated a king's security. Your men fought to the death to keep me safe. It didn't matter how many times I told them... They just kept throwing the fact that I was riding in a royal wagon, as they called it. Why else would a man ride in a palanquin if he was not a prince, one of the men said before he struck me in the head. The next time I woke I was in a god awful smelling ship, packed tight with all these other people. You couldn't see a thing and you could hardly breathe and with the stench you really didn't want to."

Peter was so focused on telling his story he didn't notice Elsa crying, she smacked her hands across her mouth to contain her sobs. How could she not blame herself? She just had to give him the best! She just had to make him vulnerable! She imagined him in the crowded, dank ship, and she could she a messenger scouring all over Sweden for her Peter to give him her countless letters, but never finding him.

The messenger had kept them, the letters. Whenever he tired of looking for the boy, he was found and handed yet another envelope with the queens' handwriting on the outside addressing it for Peter. He thought it so cruel a thing for the words transcribed to never know the satisfaction of being read and being cherished and so he kept them and he read them everyday. He never stopped looking for her Peter. He asked in castles first, then he went all around the surrounding town and villages, if they had seen a young man of twenty-three, around six feet tall, curly dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, a muscular build and a deep tan, common among peasants. He always received the same answer where ever he went. "No."

After months of searching the messenger sent Elsa a letter himself. It simply said he could not find her Peter anywhere, but there were rumors that he was somewhere in Finland. Elsa never replied. She fell into a deep depression. She hardly ate, or drank, and she just wanted to sleep. Anna constantly scolded her all the time and force fed her on multiple occasions. She made sure Elsa snapped out her mood quickly.

"I accidentally let it slip where I was really from to my third group of companions," Peter continued on, Elsa missed a lot of details of him telling of his unlikely friendship with an African. "But I never told them my real name or who I was. I lied and said my name was Erick and I was an apprentice of a carpenter, but when they learned I was from Arendelle who I was didn't matter anymore to them. What I knew did."

Elsa had calmed down a little by now but she still cried, and she wanted madly to crawl into the tub and hold him, just to feel his body there, make sure this wasn't a dream, or rather a nightmare. When he said that his new owners were only interested in him when they knew he came from Arendelle her tears stopped in their tracks and her pupils constricted with premonition. Why did they care so much where he came from?

"Slavery has been outlawed for decades... Slave trade has been outlawed even longer... How was it your abductors were never caught?" She asked with a trembling voice.

"People don't see what they don't want to see. I was very lucky though. Abejide and I became very close and that's what ended up saving him from being sent away to work in mines. We couldn't be separated, so we were both sent to the ruthless king of Adalinda."

"What?" She was sorely confused. It wasn't so much from not listening earlier but just from the sheer volume of information Peter was trying to condense into his mini epic.

"Abejide is the African I befriended. He and I were sent to the small, extremely secluded kingdom of Adalinda. It's deep deep in the mountains of Zugspitze in Germany. More importantly, it's a real place. I don't know what happened to make it a legend, but it's not just a made up place in some book for little children. It's a real and horrifying place."