"Anna, turn around." Elsa's tone affected bitterness and the redhead was stung by how dark her mistress' voice was coloured. She'd expected after her beating the queen would feel sympathetic toward her, perhaps even show her remorse. What a fool she had been to believe the ice queen had been something more.
Slowly, Anna turned to face her. Eyes now looking at the colours of cascading blue on Elsa's clothing. She wouldn't give the queen the satisfaction of letting her look into her soul through her eyes.
Anna's mossy orbs noted how Elsa took a step further toward her. There was silence for a moment, as the blonde raked over Anna's trim body.
She had been much more brutal than she had meant too. Elsa realised instantly as she took in the countless blue marks on her visible skin.
The ice queen moved toward the basin and dipped one of the white rags into it. She moved over to Anna's side and tilted her chin toward her so she could examine her face.
It was caked with dried blood and gravely, Elsa washed away the dirt to reveal an ugly purple bruise on the left side of her face and her lip was cut.
There was no need for this. A small voice commented at the back of Elsa's mind but hurriedly she pushed it away, Anna defied her in front of everybody, she deserved what she received, I would never have cleaned up Belle or Ariel after I'd beaten them…I'd just let them suffer, that's the point of punishing a slave.
But as the powerful ice queen looked at Anna's averted teal eyes, she didn't even like the thought of leaving the younger woman to endure this alone. What the hell is wrong with me?
"Does it hurt anywhere else?" the queen asked harshly. There was no way Elsa was going to reveal to the younger girl how genuinely concerned she was, so she covered up the emotions with piercing eyes and sharp words. She watched as Anna's lips tightened, and the petite redhead gestured to her ribcage, the ice queen's brow furrowed. How could she be hurting there? I didn't-oh.
Elsa's mind took her back to when Anna was on the floor and she began to punch her with fists which would have been as hard as ice.
Taking a steady sigh she hesitantly pulled the redhead to her feet. "Take off your dress Anna. I need to check the others." Elsa realised immediately that the command was softer than she intended it to be, but the gentle tone seemed to ease Anna out of her thoughts to slowly undress herself.
Whilst Anna was undoing her dress Elsa returned to the basin to rinse out the rag, she heard a small sniff and the ice queen turned around to see Anna standing there and her jaw almost went slack if it wasn't for the ice queens resilience to emotions.
She should have noticed the bruises first, especially the deep purple one which covered her right lower ribcage, but Elsa couldn't take her eyes off of the slave girl. She was practically gawking at her. Anna's milky skin was peppered with freckles and the plain bra she was wearing showed off a small, yet impressive cleavage. The curves in her clavicle were well defined and Elsa subconsciously wet her lower lip with her tongue. Anna seemed completely unaware that the queen was gawking at her as her teal eyes were downcast. Subconsciously, the slave girl grabbed her left wrist with her hand and held them loosely at her waist. She was holding a lot of her weight on her left side to prevent more pain in her ribcage.
Hiding the shakiness the queen suddenly felt in her limbs, she walked over to Anna to look at the injury. It was going to take a few days of rest for that to heal enough that she would be able to walk easily without pain.
Even in her pain Elsa caught Anna's eyes shining with a hectic brilliance. The mossy eyes were suddenly very aware and alert and Anna's whole body stiffened. Elsa regarded her coolly. Easy Anna. The ice queen walked around the slave girl once, checking for various bruises, but apart from the occasional colouring of dark skin there was nothing that stuck Elsa that needed her attention.
Without hesitation, Elsa came closer to the slave and pressed the cloth against Anna's bloody lip. The redhead winced and Elsa's eyes flicked up to hers for a mere second as she lightened the pressure.
The ice queen noted how miserable Anna's eyes were and she gritted her teeth. I don't want her to look at me like that. I want her to look at me how she looked at Gerda. Once again the queen looked at the dark bruises. Gods I beat her black and blue.
Gently Elsa glazed her fingers over the slave's bruise and Anna flinched at the touch. "I'm not going to hurt you. Just relax alright?"
Anna nodded gently and the ice queen sighed. "You're my slave Anna. And I don't owe you any explanations."
The petite redhead bore the scrutiny in silence and Elsa suddenly felt exasperated, although she wasn't entirely sure why.
"Do you know why I did this to you earlier?" the queen was met with more silence and her tone softened. 'Because if I'm viewed as the most powerful, if people know that I am undefeatable, they're not going to go against me. I couldn't let a slave girl defy me in front of all of those people. It would have led to disaster." The ice queens voice was surprisingly calm and she waited patiently for Anna's voice to brake the silence.
"You didn't have to kill him m'am" Anna's voice was surprisingly hard and her teal eyes and chin rose in defiance and Elsa was admittedly surprised. She would have believed that the beating had weakened Anna's spirits, but if anything it had made them stronger. It was also curious how Anna seemed only concerned by the duke who had been killed, and not her own injuries.
Steadily, Elsa listened to Anna's heavy breathing and the blonde's eyes threatened to drown the redheads.
"That is not any of your concern." The queen said tightly, her blue eyes glowering darkly. "I don't know what you've made me out to be in that pretty little head of yours, but I'm nothing more than a monster."
The ice queens gaze softened and Anna caught it. "Are you hurting anywhere else?"
The redhead shook her head mildly. "No ma'am. I'm okay."
Elsa gave an awkward nod. "You sleep in my bed tonight. Just so I can keep an eye on you okay?"
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The next morning, Elsa was awoken by the strong sunlight streaming in the windows. Gods I've slept in. The ice queen felt warm and comfortable, she smiled as she felt the gentle warmth of her slave's body cuddled up at her side. Anna hadn't woken Elsa up during the night, and the ice queen decided professionally that Anna had suffered bravely on her own rather than telling her mistress she was suffering from the bruises. Elsa peered down at Anna with interest; the fiery redhead was a different person in her sleep.
No longer did she have guarded eyes and tense features, replaced instead with a small smile as if she were dreaming about something special. Smiling looked good on Anna, it softened her sculptured face and made her seem warmer. Anna also tended to snuggle in her sleep, like a puppy.
Elsa had realised that both times she had slept with the petite slave, Anna seemed to forget who her mistress was in waking life and instead cuddled up to Elsa as if she were her friend.
The blonde almost liked the feeling of the slave being so close to her skin, she couldn't honestly remember the last time someone was fearless enough to come so close to her without shaking uncontrollably or begging for mercy. Of course, her palace staff and generals, Hans specifically were slightly less guarded around her.
Elsa let out a deep breath, and absentmindedly moved a stray piece of hair off of Anna's face. What do you see in me that no one else sees?
The movement disturbed the tranquillity of Anna's features. She murmured, scowling a little and buried her face in Elsa's shoulder.
What a shame. The ice queen thought darkly. The blonde's shapely brows furrowed as she came back to reality, she'll come back to hating my guys when she opens her eyes.
Infuriatingly Elsa found a part of her quickly dismissing that thought. Instead focusing on the gentle rise and fall of Anna's chest. She couldn't help but remember what Hans had said earlier. Did she have a soft spot for Anna? I would never have held any of my previous slaves like this. What makes her so different?
Elsa absentmindedly ran her fingertips across Anna's back and her brow furrowed. She needs to be marked. However after this ordeal which had left Anna bruised and battered the queen was hesitant to acknowledge that the marking of her little slave needed to be done.
There's no difference to her then to my other slaves. Elsa repeated solemnly in her head. No difference.
A/N Sorry about the length of my AN. Ignore if you wish.
Who is this burntwhitemocha? Where has dreamerlikeyou gone?! I've never had to change a pen name before and I have only changed it due to reasons I deemed necessary. So I apologise profusely as I have most likely caused confusion amongst my readers.
The reason being is that. Ahem. I haven't actually come out yet. I'm still in the closet (don't worry I've decorated it with Elsanna posters and everything) and as a few people found out about my FF account at school and my pen name I had to make a rash decision and change it, mostly because I really couldn't face the aftermath of people finding out through my personal account of lovely fanfiction. I was literally in Starbucks hence the quite irrelevant name, but white mocha is amazing like holy shit you should try it : O Anyway I'm sorry for this confusion and I hope you can understand. Till next time.
