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CHAPTER EIGHT
Elsa's heart was pounding. It was pounding really hard. Who's there? Who's found me?
"I knew it. I knew it, I knew it, I knew it. See guys? She was the murderer. She was the murderer."
Elsa stopped for a minute, cowering in the shadows. Who were they talking about?
She threw a glance behind her. Nobody was there. Were they… were they talking about her? Elsa, a murderer? She took in a deep breath. I am the queen. I am the queen and they cannot control me. I control them. And she let her voice ring loud and clear, although a bit shaky.
"I command you to show yourselves."
She could barely see the soldiers' figures, which were shrouded in utter darkness. Despite her commands, they were perfectly still; they were watching her. She could feel their eyes burning through her shivering body, and she was scared. She didn't know what to do. So she didn't do anything.
Then, suddenly, one of them rushed forward, a cloth in his hand. It was all happening so fast that Else couldn't properly process what was happening. All that she could make sense of was a sickening sweet stench, unlike anything she had ever smelled before.
Wait, what was happening again? Elsa's knees were starting to wobble. Where was she?
Her mind swam through very foggy thoughts and her vision was ebbing away. The last thing she felt before finally caving in was a slight nausea in her stomach, and then everything was black and cold.
Elsa stirred and rose groggily, curling her toes underneath the stained and grainy bedsheets as a sleepy yawn escaped her mouth. There was a faint scent of dust in the air.
"Queen Elsa of Arendelle, I see you have awakened."
Elsa squinted into her cloudy surroundings. Where was she now? Why was it so cold? "W-what?"
"Let's cut right to the chase. Where have you been during these past fourteen years?" Elsa squinted harder and realized that it was the Duke of Weselton. Oh, great.
What should she tell him? The truth? Well, a lie wasn't going to help the situation so she might as well. "In Vanadavia."
"And just what were you doing there? Murdering, perhaps? Hmm?" The duke asked, raising a gray eyebrow.
Elsa didn't know how to respond. "Why would you think that?" Though she tried to sound confident, there was a hint of fear in her voice. She silently hoped that the Duke didn't pick up on it.
"Oh, well," The Duke of Weselton mumbled, half to himself. "It just seems a bit… fishy," There was now a hint of snarl in his voice, "that while you were gone, during all this time, everything was peaceful. But alas! Right when you come back, murder! Murder everywhere! Murder, murder, murder!"
Elsa pressed her lips together into a tight line. The Duke was now yelling, and his breath smelled of fish. It was making her sick, and all she wanted was to go back to sleep, no matter how uncomfortable the bed here was.
"It was just a coincidence." The reply felt lame on her tongue.
"Coincidence? Ha, as if! Everyone around here knows you're trouble, missy."
"And where is your proof? Do you know how disrespectful it is to convict, not a princess, but a queen, of murder?"
"Someone who's obviously guilty doesn't deserve any proof." The duke said, sniffing indignantly.
Elsa hated his condescending tone, and decided to try and change the subject. "Where am I?"
The Duke of Weselton smiled, every single one of his yellowing teeth bared. "You, my queen, are in a dungeon. Oh, no, but not just any dungeon. This dungeon is in… the TRI-STATE AREA." His mouth was way too close to Elsa now. She tried to uncomfortably scoot back, but his clammy hands grabbed her by the wrist before she could move.
"Let go of me." Elsa whispered, her voice barely audible.
"What was that? I can't hear you!" The Duke sneered.
Elsa looked at him dead in the eyes. Anger bubbled up inside her. Why was she even in this dungeon? She was a queen, not a criminal. A queen!
"Let go!" She screeched, maybe a bit too loud. She felt a sudden burst of power and her hand turned rigid and cold. "Let. Go. Please. I don't want to hurt you."
"Ha! As if I'd listen to what you say. I've finally gotten a hold of you; I'm not letting you go now."
He was too close now. Way too close. It was suffocating; his scent and close proximity. She couldn't take it anymore, and the anger inside of her boiled over. A rush of energy flowed to her hand, and a huge sliver of ice shot out, hitting the duke in the head and knocking him to the ground.
There was a dull 'thump'. The Duke twitched before stilling, and then all sound was gone except for Elsa's ferociously beating heart. She half expected the Duke to make a smart remark and come right back up, but she already knew what had happened. The moment she felt the ice slide out of her hands, she knew. And she didn't feel any regret.
She had to get out. Shakily, she stood. How did you walk again?
One foot slowly moved in front of the other. Every time she glanced at the Duke, she seemed to lose her balance. Did she really just kill him? The realization set in. She just killed a man with her powers. For the third time.
The ground began to move and she was starting to feel sick. Somehow, she managed to stumble onwards until she reached the prison bars without falling. How… how was she going to get out? She didn't want to acknowledge it, but the answer was so simple. Her hands flexed nervously. She never wanted to use her powers again.
She stared dumbly at the bars for a good few minutes, but was jerked out of her trance by the sound of shuffling behind her. She didn't want to look back.
"Murderer." Came a shaky voice that was so very, very, very quiet. Elsa felt a cold pang in her stomach, and had no choice but to glance behind her. There lay the Duke, barely alive, pointing a crooked finger at her. Elsa felt frozen. She said nothing and just stared, and the Duke stared back.
Then his eyes glazed over and he collapsed onto the cold, dusty ground.
Elsa thought she was going to be sick. She felt her hands become numbingly cold again and held onto the bars tightly, cracking the cheap metal.
And she ran.
Nike: The duke has a fun personality to write in. Did anyone catch the Phineas and Ferb reference?
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