A/N: Hey guys! This chapter has been rewritten. I'm sorry to everyone who took the time to read it the first time round but personally I just wasn't happy with it, and I know that some of you guys weren't either. Thanks for all your continued support and the next chapter should be up tomorrow :) x

Chapter 5:

"He who controls others may be powerful, but he who has mastered himself may be mightier still" – Lao Tzu

A week had passed since Anna's meeting with her father; she had been given new orders on top of her main mission. She should have been grateful for the change in plans, day-to-day life had become rather boring, but she was not.

Recently Elsa had become insatiable when it came to kissing Anna, and the princess turned soldier's control was rapidly dwindling. She feared what would happen if her father found out what was going on between herself and her Queen, and that she was beginning to enjoy it. Hence why she had built herself up to be the person he wanted her to be – a ruthless monster. But she wasn't, and she was finding it harder and harder to keep up the facade.

Currently, Anna was stood in her kitchen of the small cottage with the three soldiers that were undercover with her. They had all just finished their lunch, awaiting Anna's update on the next part of the mission.

"So, as you are all aware, I have received some new orders." She paused, drinking in their eager eyes. Her companions nodded, as sign for her to continue. "It involves finding the captain of Arendelle's navy and getting him to kindly tell us some information regarding their defence plans and manpower of the navy. Theoretically it is only a one man job, but since you have all been good, one of you may accompany me."

Each soldier took a turn presenting their argument as to why they should be allowed to join Anna on this mission. Lars argued that gaining information would obviously require the use of torture, and this was his area of expertise. He had told Anna that he had even picked up a few tips from the Chinese. The Princess feigned interest in what he was saying. Hilda was up next. Her reasoning was that the King had put her on this mission so that Anna could utilise her in every way. She was efficient and obedient, and would follow Anna's demands exactly. Lastly, there was Kristoff. The redhead wondered how he was going to persuade her. He was not one known for begging.

"I just think it would be a fun day out." She made her choice. He may have been as messed up as the rest of them, but she trusted him that slight but more.

Anna made eye contact with all three of them. Lars and Hilda were perched on the edge of their seats, the anticipation was killing them. She laughed. Kristoff on the other hand, was resting is chin on his knuckles, slouching forward over the kitchen table, a lazy smile on his face. "After carefully considering all of your arguments, I announce that the winner is in fact Kristoff." There were cries of outrage from the other two. "Congratulations. We're leaving at 4pm so prepare yourself in the mean time."

"How on earth could you choose him over me or Lars? He didn't even have a valid reason for wanting to go!" Hilda was outraged. Lars wasn't happy either, but instead he just sat quietly with pursed lips.

Obviously the woman's point about being able to follow orders was a lie, because Anna was sure that she had told her numerous times not to talk back to her. She would just have to teach her a lesson. The princess had a neutral expression as she slowly advanced on Hilda. The older woman visibly shrank away. Anna grabbed the woman by her hair and threw her out of her seat and onto the floor. Hilda cried out in surprise. Anna told herself that she had to do this, otherwise they would know, he would know.

Anna swiftly kicked the woman in the ribs. "I thought I told you not to defy me." She was breathing heavily now, her anger apparent. Elsa's kisses flashed in her mind; reminding her of the despicable person she had become, undeserving of such affection. The girl looked down at the woman below her who was trying to hold back her tears. "And by the way, I chose Kristoff because he was the only one who didn't see it as a job that needs to be done. He sees it as fun, which is how you two need to think. It makes the days a lot easier." She turned to her 'father'. "Lars, help Hilda up and take her to her room. Try and stop the bruising."

The tall man did as he was asked, and carried Hilda out as fast as possible out of fear of incurring Anna's wrath. Kristoff, who had watched the whole exchange, rested his hand on his friend's shoulder. The girl relaxed under his touch.

"Anna, what was that all about?" He asked gently. There was no reply. "I know that it was not her place to speak, but she did not deserve that."

"I know."

It wasn't much, but it was all she had.

It hadn't taken long for Anna and Kristoff to find out where the Captain lived. All it took was for the pair of them to go around chatting to the people of Arendelle. They were all so friendly, they had no idea what important pieces of information they were letting slip through idle chit-chat. Kristoff found it amazing how open they all were with strangers. It was definitely not like this back in Stavanger.

So here they were in the basement of the Captain's house, he was tied to a chair. Across from him was his wife, also tied to a chair, tears streaming down her face. She had been left untouched for now.

Anna felt sick. Why did her father always force her to do such things? It was almost as if he knew that behind all the walls she had built, she was just a frightened girl, begging for someone to save her. He was waiting for her to trip. Looking at the two frightened people before her only solidified what she was thinking, no one was coming to save her from this life. She knew what would have to be done in order for her to survive. Steeling herself and her emotions, Anna stepped in front of the Captain.

"My name is Princess Anna of Stavanger and this here," she gestured to her companion, "is Kristoff, one of my soldiers." She watched as his eyes flickered between the two of them. "Now with that information, I'm sure you have worked out why we are here, and why you are currently being held captive in your own basement?" She removed the cloth gag from his mouth, allowing him to speak.

"I won't tell you anything." He spat blood on the floor; there was still a fair amount of it running down his chin from where Kristoff had punched him earlier.

"I was afraid you'd say that." She drew the small knife from out of its sheath on her hip in a threatening manner. "I don't want to use this, but I will if I have to." Her face was blank, unreadable. "Kristoff." She wouldn't hurt him, yet, but Kristoff would.

The blonde man approached the Captain and began to throw punch after punch, pausing every so often to see if he was ready to answer. He wasn't. The only response they received from him was laughter. It was a mixture of pain and his pride, and it made Anna feel queasy. She quickly squashed down the nausea. She couldn't let Kristoff see that she was failing. Yes she had killed before, many a time in fact. But torture was different. You had to prolong the agony and suffering, to let your victim hope that they would survive in the end. But her father, the King, had taught her that the most important thing was to make sure that your victim never survived. Otherwise they would only come back to haunt you. To inflict pain on another person just so that she wouldn't have to go through pain herself, it was cowardly and selfish. But it was all Anna knew.

As the Princess watched Kristoff beat the poor man for information, she recalled the first time she had been ordered to torture another human being when she was just fifteen years old. Horrific things had been done by her hand, and her father had watched her from the shadows the whole time without her knowledge. She had tried to keep up the persona of a cruel and vicious being not unlike the King, but ultimately it crumbled. She remembered throwing up all of her stomach's contents, and her father stepping out of the darkness as she did so. That night, the memory of his hateful laughter had forever been burned into her mind, along with the beatings and fifty lashings that now tainted her body.

Once again Anna could feel the vomit creeping up her throat. She swallowed hard. Don't trust. Don't fear. Don't hesitate. Her father's mantra played on repeat in her head. "Kristoff, that's enough." She glanced sideways at his wife. Tears soaked her face. The girl approached her and slowly began to remove the gag from her mouth. The frightened woman desperately attempted to move her head away from Anna's reach, but was unsuccessful. "If you can convince your husband to reveal the navy's defence plans, then I shall let you both go."

Apparently she did not hear Anna's request. "Why are you doing this?" The woman cried. "You make it seem like this is normal! You're evil! Both of you are evil!"

Perhaps she was right.

"That's because it is normal for us. Not everyone got to be raised in the fucking perfect Arendelle. We were raised to kill and destroy. And that's exactly what we're going to do to you unless you tell us what we want to know."

Fear flashed in the woman's eyes, and in that moment, Anna knew that was exactly what her father saw in all those he came across. She had become him. She couldn't stop it this time. She doubled over as everything from her stomach emptied itself on the cellar floor. Her throat burned. Tears clouded her vision.

"Anna!" Kristoff yelled in panic.

Vaguely Anna felt someone grab one of her arms and begin to lead her somewhere. Her head was spinning, and she still felt sick, but she was certain that there was nothing left to throw up. Before she knew it she was being handed a cup of water in the Captain's kitchen.

Kristoff rubbed her shoulder warily. "Anna, what was that?"

Fear gripped the Princess's heart. He saw. He knew. She was weak and he would tell her father. The pain would come and it wouldn't stop. She began to shake violently. "Don't tell him. Please don't tell him! I'll kill you if you even try." Could she kill him? He was the closest thing to a friend she had in this messed up world.

"Anna calm down." Kristoff was a mixture of alarmed and confused. Surely this broken girl wasn't the same Anna he knew. The Princess of Stavanger was as ruthless as her father. Not this frightened girl before him. "Look, let's not get ahead of ourselves. I don't know what the hell is going on, but it is vital that you tell me everything I need to know."

Anna downed the water and took a shuddering breath. She didn't know if she could trust him. But everything hand gotten so out of hand that it didn't matter. "I've been living a lie."

"What do you mean?"

Her voice shook as she tried to explain "I put up a front. On the outside, I'm just like him." Kristoff knew who she was referring to. "Sometimes I feel like I'm losing myself. Sometimes I feel the thrill of the kill and it makes me sick. But inside, I'm still that frightened little girl he used to beat to the point of near death. I hate what we do. We're monsters." Kristoff was eerily silent. "Say something. Please."

The blonde man was rigid; his eyes stared into Anna's. "I can't believe you've never told me any of this before. After everything we've been through together!" He was shouting now, the disbelief evident in his voice.

"I didn't know if I could trust you!"

Smack.

Anna didn't get chance to say anything else, something heavy collided with the back of her head. She fell to the floor with a thud. Coloured spots obscured her vision. She closed her eyes and clutched her head. There were shouts and the sound of things crashing and breaking. Their prisoners had somehow freed themselves from their ties, and were now attempting an escape. Soon the noises were replaced with quiet bar Kristoff's heavy breathing. Anna opened her eyes. Instantly she noticed the two lifeless bodies on the floor.

"I'm sorry Anna, I had to do it. They were going to escape. It was us or them."

She knew he was right.

But they had failed their task.

They would pay for it dearly.

It was night time and Elsa had managed to sneak Anna into the castle and into her bedroom. It had been a lot easier than she thought it would be. The reason for this secret meet up in Elsa's room was that the two of them hadn't had chance to see one another the past couple of days. The blonde girl had been too busy attending to royal business and her friend had been busy torturing people. Not that the older girl knew that of course.

After the day's events Anna had a crazy idea. She would teach Elsa to control her powers. She would need to know how to defend herself and Arendelle when Stavanger's forces finally attacked. The Princess knew that she would be the one to face Elsa in the final battle, and she would lose; proud to die at the hands of someone so kind and noble.

Elsa was ecstatic at the idea. Although of course she didn't know the true reasons. But it was getting more and more difficult to keep snow and ice out of her everyday life. They were sat on the bear rug on the floor. They were facing each other, legs crossed and straight backs. Their arms were stretched out front so that their hands were joined. Elsa's eyes were closed.

"Just relax," Anna's voice was soft and quiet. "Just do as I say. Keep your eyes closed. Take a deep breath, in through your nose, and out through your mouth." She kept her eyes on the blonde to make sure that she did it. "Good. Now keep doing that for a few minutes."

When Anna had first suggested a form of meditation, Elsa had refused. And when she finally gave in and started doing it, she just complained that she felt stupid. However the redhead's firmness had ceased any protest. Elsa had no idea how much time had passed before Anna finally spoke again.

"Now you have to really concentrate. You need to carry on the deep breathing when answering these questions. What can you hear?" Again her voice was barely above a whisper.

Elsa didn't reply straight away. "I can hear you breathing. Every breath that you take in and every breath you release." The way she said this seemed almost sensual to Anna. She tried to brush it off. "I can hear the wind whistling outside; hear it rustling the leaves on the trees."

"Good. What about touch? What can you feel?"

"Your hands," her thumbs stroked the back of the younger girl's hands for emphasis. "They're so soft, so hot in mine. It's soothing. My cool skin craves it."

Anna gulped. "What about the temperature of the room? How does that feel?"

"It doesn't feel particularly hot or cold. It's mild, comfortable."

"Keep concentrating on your breathing. I want you to try dropping the temperature of the room to freezing point, and then raising it back to normal."

"I don't think I can make it go back."

"Just trust me. I believe you can. Relax. If you do this small thing for me, we'll call it a night and I'll grant you a wish." Anna smiled even though Elsa couldn't see it.

The older girl relented. She removed her hands from Anna's but kept her eyes closed. She concentrated on her breathing, and turned her palms up towards the ceiling. She willed her power to be under her control. The redhead felt the temperature of the room rapidly drop, and a thin layer of snow began to cover everything inside. She kept quiet throughout the whole thing. Slowly, the snow began to dissipate and the temperature went back to normal. She actually did it. Elsa's eyes slowly opened and Anna pulled her into a tight hug. She was so proud of her friend. Changing the temperature of the room at will may not seem like a lot to some people, but to Elsa, it meant the world.

Elsa's wish was of course to make-out with Anna, who willingly agreed. They had been kissing on the bed for quite a while now, and things were starting to get quite heated. In this moment, Anna was on top of Elsa, one of her legs locked between hers. Both of them were panting heavily, their kisses growing more and more frantic, and their tongues battling for dominance. They needed more, but of what they didn't know. Elsa's hands had moved from the bottom of Anna's back hand now rested on the cheeks of her behind. She squeezed and used them to pull the younger girl closer against her. A soft moan escaped Anna's lips. Elsa's heart fluttered.

One hand supported the redhead's weight, whilst the other was busy stroking up and down Elsa's side. It came to rest on her ribcage. Anna was hyperaware that the tips of her fingers were almost touching Elsa's breasts. She had a primal urge to feel them in her hands. She manoeuvred them higher and lightly squeezed. She was rewarded with a low moan and a nip to her bottom lip. Anna's heart was pounding, so was Elsa's. Neither had any experience with this sort of thing, they were just doing what felt right. It felt so hot between Anna's legs. She didn't know why and she didn't care. She just wanted those hands on her rear to carry on their magic.

Elsa decided that it was time for her to be on top, and she tried to reposition them. As she did so, her thigh collided with Anna's hot and sensitive centre. A loud 'oh' was half squeaked half moaned by the redhead. After realising what had happened, both of them made eye contact and froze.

Anna didn't understand what was happening with her body. It felt so strange. She was losing control again. She began to panic. She was tainted and dirty; the Queen should not be touching her. "I'm sorry I have to go." She got up and straightened out her clothes in one fluid movement. She quickly made her way over to the window and opened it, ready to jump out to escape. The temperature of the room suddenly dropped, and ice began to form on the glass. She spun round to face Elsa. The girl hand tears trickling down her face. Anna's heart dropped. She walked back over to the bed. "Hey look at me." The younger girl rested her hand on her friend's cheek, "I'm not mad or upset. Things just escalated really quick and scared me a bit okay? Please don't blame yourself." Elsa nodded but didn't look at her. "I just need to go home and cool down. I'll be back again tomorrow ok?"

There was no reply. Anna pressed a chaste kiss on Elsa's lips. The young Queen smiled "See all better. Now make the room go back to normal. I know you can do it." Anna winked at the blonde. She made her way back to the window, blew a kiss to Elsa, and jumped out of it, running away into the night.