When she slowly opened her eyes, blinking to get them used to the darkness, she saw a familiar face tilted on her. A too familiar face, though. She stifled a shriek, moving back against the wall behind her.
"Guess who's awake " a male voice said, evilly laughing. "How have you been sleeping, Your Majesty ?"
How much I wished I'd never see his face ever again...
"It would've been perfect if you wouldn't have been there when I woke up." she answered when she stood up, lifting her chin and trying to make it sound proud to hide the growing fear inside of her as he was drawing closer. Too close, though.
You should step back.
She couldn't go further, as her back was now against the wall, but she was still shoving herself on it to make it move backward with her. Of course, it did nothing and Hans' face was now only a few inches away from hers.
"Hmmm, I guess it's pretty understandable, Queenie." he muttered, smirking at her.
"You have to address me as Queen Elsa !" her voice resounded, threatening though she knew he wasn't afraid of her at all.
In fact, she should be the one to be afraid as she was in her custody and that she knew what he was capable of, and that only a finger length was separating their bodies.
"And, of course, you think you are in posture to give me orders ?" he responded on an ironical tone, while intensely looking at her hands.
When she noticed it, she followed his gaze to discover that he had put her gloves on and tied them very tightly with a rope. It was starting to burn. Against all the odds, she found nothing to answer. She remained silent, staring at her hands. She could feel him owning a small victorious smile as she kept her mouth shut. She was expecting him to mock her or to mutter some words to tease her, but he did nothing. None of them was speaking, Hans' eyes laying on the beautiful Snow Queen of Arendelle standing before him, and hers locked on her interlaced gloved fingers. Hans didn't know what to say nor what to do as the silence was becoming embarrassing. He wasn't able to remove his emerald green eyes from Elsa.
How beautiful and sexy she—No !
He couldn't allow himself to let his guard down with such thoughts about the Queen. He had to be in control of the situation at any cost. With a wave of his hand, he lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him and their eyes to meet, catching her off guard. No longer hesitating, he pressed his muscular body against her, shoving her forcefully on the wall, and kissed her fiercely while grabbing her frail waist in his strong hands. She felt him smirking under the kiss and he wished he would never let her go.
For how long have I been dreaming of this ! he mused, tightening his grip on her when she tried to free herself from him.
She squirmed to get out of his arms with much pain, he was much more stronger than her, it wasn't making it easier. When she finally got rid of him, she slapped him straight across his —undeniably handsome— face, anger reflecting in her icy blue eyes and her blood boiling in her veins.
"What did you think you were doing ?" she furiously asked, yelling, while he was rubbing his cheek still burning from the slap he had received with one of his hands, the other tightly remaining on Elsa's hip.
She felt loathing, hatred, ire and fear mixed together running in all her body, making her shivering, as she knew what Hans was capable to do, but not what he would do to her next. Her wrists were more painful than a few minutes before. They were bleeding and burning a lot and it was hard for her to support. She let out a little cry of pain imagining him savouring his small victory over her, when is voice breaking the reigning silence cut off her thoughts.
"A think I have been craving for for long, Queenie."
She remembered her asking a question to which he was now answering, and though he was accenting Queenie, she didn't bother to reply to that disrespectful nickname. He was smirking at her, watching the hand that had hit his cheek earlier. It quickly faded away when he noticed the red marks around the ropes on her wrists, coloring the gloves. She was surely suffering more than he had expected. When he looked up at her eyes, all he could see was anger, and hatred. A painful expression was stuck on her face, even if she was trying to hide it, he had noticed that it was hurting her. Rubbing slowly Elsa's hip, he removed his hand but remained not moving at his place, a mischievous grin lightening his face.
"So... What do we do next ? I suppose you have an idea, right ?" she asked sarcastically, crossing her arms on her chest, more like hugging herself, desperately trying to untie the ropes and take her gloves off. God only knew how much she wanted to freeze Hans to death.
"Hmmm, I was planning to kill you and all your happy family to take my revenge, but I liked it very much, though. So, I must admit I don't know !" He started laughing uncontrollably, but was stopped as fast as he had begun by another hand in his face.
What's that funny ?
It took him a few seconds to realize what had just happened. With the back of his hand, he gave it back to her, leaving behind a thin trickle of blood in the corner of her lips.
"Dare to do this once again, and you'll taste the grapes of my wrath !" he threatened her whereas she approached her hand of her lips, laying them on it and wiping the blood away. She didn't dare to look at him, so she kept staring blankly on the floor as she felt him pressing her as forcefully as he could, making her yell in pain. He violently grabbed her wrists sticking them on the wall as he took them both in his left hand, placing them above her head. With his right hand, he undid her french braid freeing her platinum blond hair and moved it on her left shoulder. She was feeling the warmth of his breath on her cold skin as he planted a kiss on her neck and buried his head under hers, obliging her to lift her chin. He continued kissing her neck, throat, shoulders, getting lower and lower and he was suddenly stopped.
"I'd rather die than let you take advantage on me !" she shouted, her voice cracking in pain but full of ire, as she released her wrists from his grip, shoving him a few steps backward and spitting on him.
That asshole should be learning the good manners, or else I'll show him !
Wiping the spit away, he unsheathed his sword and pointed it on her neck.
"Your wishes are orders for me, Your Majesty !" he said, evilly grinning. He pushed the blade hard against her throat, spilling blood and making her gasp and struggle. Her eyes were locked into his with pity. He removed his sword, leaving a large and deep cut from which escaped a lot of blood. In one second, he grabbed her fragile neck with all the strength he possessed, tightening his grip around it as the seconds were passing and leaving forever.
"Does it hurt, Queenie ?" he whispered in her ears while she was struggling to survive, his hand on her wounded neck burning, and hers wrapped around his wrist trying to set herself free.
How paradoxical he was ! Once trying to kiSS her, and then trying to kiLL her.
"It's Queen Elsa." she suffocated. She knew that, slowly, he was letting go his grip on her. Indeed, he was, because, unable to freeze him due to the gloves, her body's temperature had dropped a lot and so had done the room's as she was feeling assaulted. In a few seconds, he became totally unable to lay a finger on her as the pain caused by the cold was unbearable. It had burned his bloody hand which he was holding tight in his other one, blowing on it like it could alleviate the pain. He was shivering a lot, contrary to Elsa that the cold seemed not to bother her. She was the Snow Queen, though. He didn't know how much the temperature had dropped low, but it felt like winter. Winter in the middle of July, they had already lived that a few days before after all. He felt like he had never seen a lower temperature.
Even winter would be warmer than this. he thought, raising his eyes at Elsa, only to see her weakly holding his —HIS sword pointed in his direction.
Of course, he had let fall his sword when the frost had burned him, and he hadn't even noticed it. She had made the most of the opportunity to cut the rope that was tying her gloves and put them off. He could see huge marks covering her thin, pale wrists caused by them, by him, actually, and that were still bleeding. She was barely standing up, like she was to fall from a second to another. He looked down at his feet. Laying on the floor were the rope and the gloves, both of them stained with blood. It was her turn to draw closer to him pointing the sword and forcing him to step backward. The blade already recovered with Elsa's blood traced a line on Hans' chest, cutting his skin and mixing his blood with Elsa's. His sin was burning hard, he was loosing blood and suffering like the Ice Queen had suffered because of him. While looking at him, satisfied but still wounded, she noticed that he had unconsciously left the door opened when he had come to her earlier, when she wasn't awake.
At least I've got a chance to escape his custody.
Keeping the sword pointed on Hans' burning skin, not allowing him to make a single move, she was slowly but surely making her way to the door. She intended to lock Hans in that room, actually the one in which he had locked her, but he was keeping the keys on him. She couldn't risk to get caught and lose her change to run away trying to take them back.
"I know you don't have the guts to kill me." his voice finally spoke, cracking in pain.
The burning sensation that the wound made by Elsa on his chest was causing was only getting more and more painful, just like the one on Elsa's neck. It became hard for both of them to support it. Queen Elsa had turned the tide, for sure, but was it going to last ? She too was suffering a lot, and she knew she had to act fast. None of them was daring to open their mouths, neither to talk about the temperature, nor the situation in which thy were sticked, until Elsa decided to say a word to hi, aswering his 'too cliché' affirmation.
"Lets see, then ! I wouldn't be that sure if I was you !" she smirked, too satisfied of being in control of the situation to take care about what he was doing.
When she saw him moving, it was too late. All she had the time to see was him taking a dagger from his left boot and throwing it on her. She stepped aside just in time, causing the dagger only to cut her hips and plating into the wall behind her. Caught in surprise, she let down the sword at Hans' feet, but a frost coming from her hand hit his head, a lock of his hair becoming white. She fell onto her knees whereas Hans was rubbing his temples, recovering from the shot he had received.
"You'll regret doing that !" he threatened the little and frail woman on the floor before him.
She was even too weak to support her own weight. Unable to stand up, she saw her chances of escaping running away as she glared at the wooden door only a few meters beside her. Reassembling her forces, she jumped on her feet not letting him the time to reach her and took the dagger, threatening him with her powers, too. As he picked up the sword, she threw the dagger in its direction, sending the two weapons a few meters away and freezing them to the floor not to let anyone able to take them. Even if he would have the strength to break the ice, both of them would be much too cold for him to hold them. This was making them unusable. With her last strengths, she started running toward the door and through the corridor that was leading outside, Hans on her heels. She couldn't make a single mistake or he would reach her in less than one or two seconds. Moreover, Anna not being here to bring her the love she needed, her powers were out of control, creating a blizzard similar but stronger than the one she had created in Arendelle.
"Elsa, you can't run from this !" she heard his voice yelling behind her to make sure she would be able to listen.
Was he going to start again, the same way he had done a few days before ? She was remembering what had happened, knowing that if it would have to occur once more, she wouldn't remain alive for long, as she was fighting against her own storm. Suddenly, her running was stopped by an arrow hitting her back and her collapsing on the ground. Her fall was weakened by the snow recovering the rock on the ground, also limiting the pain. She rubbed her hands in her back, and, when she found she arrow, she froze it and broke it, throwing it away. It made her cry, but she tried controlling herself. Hearing a cry from Hans, she understood that she had hurt him when she had thrown away the broken arrow, which had left a scar on his cheek, but not bleeding. He seemed to be further than he was before. She wouldn't blame it, of course. She was lost in the cliffs, between rocks, snow and ice, and cracks in the ground, blinded by her blizzard. She was hearing his footsteps behind her. Blood was heavily pouring from her opened wounds, and though she was becoming very tired and unable to support herself, as her head was spinning a lot, he, on the other side, seemed to be tireless and getting closer and closer. Too close. She could hear him harshly yelling at her, yelling her name. How bad it sounded in his mouth. She was aware that she wouldn't be capable of keeping running for long and that she would be caught sooner or later, somehow. She stopped just in time on the edge of a huge and deep abyss where she knew snow wouldn't have reached the bottom, about to fall due to the ice and snow. Fear had taken place in her, as she turned around only to see Hans running as fast as he could to reach her in time. What would be worse, die, or come back in his custody ? Honestly, she didn't know.
"Elsa !" he shouted, his hand raised before him, ready to catch her.
I can't go back with him. God only knows what may happen to me next.
She saw no other option. Only listening to her courage, she stepped forward and—
"Elsa ! No !"
—she jumped into the ravine just at the time Hans reached its edge.
"No !" he desperately cried once more when the only thing he could do was watching the beautiful Queen Elsa of Arendelle falling in the depths of despair.
What have I done ?
Her heart beating two hundreds beats a minute, Elsa saw his face going further and further of her as she fell in growing fear.
What have I done ?
She only had the time to whisper, almost to herself, a last sentence before crashing on the stone ground, blood staining her platinum blond hair and her ice dress with that red liquid and spreading all around her dead body.
"I am so sorry Anna."
