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"Oh my feet hurt!" Anna moaned and giggled as Elsa pushed her off of the bed.

"As do mine but that's no reason to hog all of the blankets." Elsa said and laughed.

"Sheesh. He really wasn't kidding. He had twelve brothers." Anna said while tilting her head to the side.

"I know. Having one was bad enough." Elsa said. Anna looked up from the floor and stuck out her tongue.

"Today was a pretty good day. It's gorgeous, those pineapple drinkie thingies are pretty good, and not one mention of stupid sideburns Hans…well, other than he's in jail!" Anna said and leapt up from the ground. Elsa furrowed her brows slightly.

"What?" Anna asked. Elsa looked startled and stared at her sister in silence for a moment.

"Nothing…it's just…doesn't it strike you as odd that they haven't once mentioned him?" She asked.

"Hmm…nope. They probably figure that the best way to get over it is to pretend like it never happened." Anna replied.

"I can't really agree with that theory."

"Why not?"

Elsa looked at her sister and remembered all those years she had shut her out. How she wished she could forget that any of it had ever happened but it had. She had locked her sister out and she never once dared try to pretend it never happened. She brought it up and worked on fixing it, on making it right.

"It's just like my powers." Elsa finally said.

"How so?" Anna asked, confused.

"My powers were a problem and instead of confronting the problem and dealing with it, we tried to hide them, to pretend like they never happened and look at how that turned out."

A deep sorrow crossed Anna's face as she too remembered the pain of shut doors, of calling desperately for her sister without so much as a single word back. Hiding the problem was not the solution.

"But his brothers said that they were dealing with it." Anna finally mumbled. Elsa said nothing and finally broke out into a smile.

"I suppose you're right."

"Of course I am. Now! How about we-" Anna said but Elsa cut her off. "How about I take those blankets back and you go make sure Kristoff is okay in his big room….the room where he's all alone."

Anna blushed slightly before squealing in delight. She hugged Elsa tightly. "I love you I love you I love you!" her voice could still be heard as she bounced down the hall, looking for Kristoff's door. Elsa laughed at her sister before the smile fled her face and she was left frowning.

Something just didn't feel right about any of this. The castle was beautiful and the King and his brothers had impeccable manners. They had assured them that Hans was safely locked away but there was just something in the Queen's gut that made her uncomfortable. Something in Theodo's eyes when he spoke of Hans. It seemed almost cruel, calculating. When his brothers had insisted that Hans was being 'taken care of' that just made her blood run colder than normal.

Maybe Anna was right. She was probably worrying too much about nothing. But years being alone had isolated her and forced her to rely on her gut instincts more since she had no one to help guide her. She had taught herself several things while being alone and although her instincts were wrong sometimes, there was just something about the way the brothers spoke and just the way that some things felt that had her stomach writhing.

Anna would be busy with Kristoff for a few hours which left Elsa some time to think and be alone. She would never sleep if she were left thinking that something was off. She jumped off the bed and threw on a dress, not the one she wore as a Queen but a dress she wore when she was planning on doing things that weren't very Queen like. It was blue and modest enough but it had some worn edges and a hole or two and some very stubborn stains that never really left. In her agitated state some frost started growing and soon the drab dress was sparkling in the moonlight and looked as beautiful as her formal one.

She had to know. Just one peek at Hans wouldn't hurt. He was locked up and she…she looked down at her hand and curled it into a fist. Shards of sharp ice jutted out threateningly from the floor. She smirked at them before straightening her shoulders and sneaking out of the room. She could take care of herself.

She hid in the shadows of the night and quietly crept down hall after hall. The slightest sound of a servant's feet and she was safely concealed in the shadows. She was walking down a more isolated hall when she heard the sharp click of a heeled boot and barely dodged behind an old armoire when Theodo and Horace emerged from the darkness. A single candle was being held in Horace's hand. He was shorter than Theodo but his stature more than made up for that. The man had arms that could bend iron to their will.

"I do believe that this visit is going well." Horace said pleasantly.

"I hope so. After Hans' stupid little stunt it's taken every ounce of persuasion and pleading on my part to even get this." Theodo's voice was bitter with anger.

"Speaking of which, how's our little coward doing?" Horace asked slyly. The two brothers shared a smirk before glancing at the iron door they stood in front of. The hallway fell silent as everyone strained to hear something. Nothing. Not a sound. Elsa narrowed her brows in confusion, what were they listening to?

"I hear nothing." Horace said happily. Theodo smiled darkly.

"As it should be. That little twig has learned to respect my every command. If he knows what's good for him he'll continue to be a good little pet."

"After all this hard work we should give him a little treat, don't you think?" Horace asked, tilting his head.

"You may be right. Maybe something to chew on." Theodo said with a laugh, clapping his younger brother on the shoulder.

"Oh dear, do you remember his face from the last time?"

"How could I forget? He practically salivated like a wild dog!" Theodo jeered and laughed heartily.

The course laugh had shivers running up Elsa's spine and she bit her lip hard to keep from frosting the floor where she was crouching on. She was afraid. There was something about Theodo's laugh that had her feeling like a small child. Like the small child who had almost killed her little sister, the monster. Elsa bit her lip harder and felt a small feeling of relief as Horace and Theodo began walking away from her sight. She waited until she could no longer hear the clicking of Theodo's shoes and then slowly made her way out from her hiding spot and to the door. With a deep gulp she opened the door just a crack and slid in before softly shutting it behind her.

The one power she'd learned since becoming Queen that was quite useful was that of light. She closed her hand and focused on making an icicle. She could feel the cool ice growing in her hand. Then she focused on changing its colors and when she opened her eyes she was holding an icicle that glowed with a faint blue color. It wasn't too bright but it was enough to let her see through the room.

She was standing at the top of a large flight of stairs. At the bottom was a foreboding looking cellar. Empty jail cells with chains dangling from wooden cots, broken metal machinery and in the far right, buried by stone columns was a metal door with a sliding window so anyone could peek in at the occupant. A quick glance confirmed that Hans was in none of the other cells which meant he had to be in the hidden one.

Feeling her dread grow, Elsa slowly made her way down the stairs to the door and it was there that she froze. Something bad was behind that door, she could feel it. Smell it too. There was an awful smell of coppery blood and the stench of fear. Fear practically oozed from the walls. It could have been from centuries ago but something told her that this fear came from behind the door. Run. Run was her natural instinct and she desperately wanted to run and hug Anna until the cold feeling that was inside of her was gone. Run and find Kristoff and laugh and talk about ice. Run until she was far from this door and whatever lay behind it.

She almost did. She was turning to run when she heard the faintest sob. It was so light she almost imagined it was a burst of wind. But there were no windows down here to even let wind in. She waited but there was no other sound. It was almost agonizingly quiet. With trembling fingers she forced herself to open the door. She could hear nothing.