Author's Note: Hey guys, sorry for the long wait, I know, I know. I would have updated sooner, but I got sick this week, and I couldn't even think about writing (those of you "following" me know that from my other usual Fic Under a Violet-Sky). So, here's chapter 7!


"I recommend we remove all magic—even memories of magic—to be safe," an old troll told the family. The mother was holding a young girl no more than five-years-old. She had red hair and was unconscious.

"But she won't remember I have powers?" a girl maybe three years older with white hair who was obviously her sister asked.

"It's for the best," the man who must have been their father put in.

Before the family left, the old troll took the father off to the side. "There will likely still be some magic in her, but she will never be able to use it Your Majesty. However, there is the possibility it will pass on to her children—if she ever has any," the old troll said. The man nodded thoughtfully, running a finger down his mustache.

"I think we'll worry about that when the time comes," he decided. He turned back to his family. "We must leave before Anna wakes. Come Elsa, I'll help you onto my horse."

Annie woke, shooting into a sitting-up position with a loud gasp.

She was in a dark room—underground would be her guess—with an arched roof and boring sandstone-bricked walls. She shook her fiery braid off of her shoulder. Fiery… fire… what had happened back home? She'd moved to protect Elsie from the scary man in the weird black coat with a huge-honkin' scythe and suddenly she was on fire. Then there was a blast of cold and she was unconscious. She didn't even know where she was.

"Well, aren't you a cute little thing? Not the one I wanted, but you'll do for my revenge," a British voice commented, a smile in his voice. Her shadow was no longer her own. It leapt all over, not even in her shape.

Emerging from the darkness came the man with the scythe. "I wanted the white-haired one—oh how that would kill Jack, his baby stolen right from under his nose. But you'll work. He obviously cares about you too. And like as not, he'll come after me with that hot head of his, fail, and then… oh and then… well, then, my sweet, he'll die." Annie swallowed. She didn't want Uncle Jack to die.

"What about me?" she asked, her voice quivering.

"Well, once Jack is dead, my revenge will be complete. You can go home," he replied dismissively. Annie smirked. A man like him would never let her just go home. She may have been young, but she wasn't stupid. He would kill her too. No witnesses.

The man left with a cackle, leaving Annie alone in a windowless, doorless room. All Annie could do to entertain herself was hope that Elsie and the others had gotten away safely and that savage Hans had gotten what he deserved.

Her hands burst into flames.

Instinctively, she lurched back and went scrambling away, trying to get away from the fire. But it didn't hurt. "You have great power child…" the British man's voice whispered. "But you will never escape." She looked around, frightened.


End Note: Whoops. Hans and Pitch grabbed the wrong girls. Bad guys can't manage to get anything right...

Anyway, will she ever escape? Will Elsie? (I have absolutely no clue myself, so we're all on this journey together!)

Cass