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Chapter 10

"Ah!" Elsa clenched the silk bedding in some hope that it would ease her pain. Why did this have to happen now? Elsa groaned out in her agony and felt the tears beginning to slip down her pale cheeks. "Let me help you, sweetheart… I can call midwives for you, I can assist you, Elsa."

She shook her head profusely, irritated by his offering. "Shut up or I'll freeze you!" She could do this by herself couldn't she? She was strong enough.

Hans watched her closely sneering as he watched her complain and cry out. He'd done that to her and he almost took great satisfaction and delight in that very fact. Watching her, though he had to admit was pure entertainment. Her screams were making adrenaline pulse around his body and he was unable to wipe the victorious smirk from his face.

"You can do this! You're the daughter of Alexander and Maria of Arendelle. You're a Queen! You'll be fine; you can do this easily… Conceal, Don't feel!"

Hans rolled his eyes listening to her muttering to herself. She'd need him eventually; he knew she would need him. Every woman needs a man and every queen needs a king, he told himself contently, not wishing to remove his grinning eyes from her. She'd finally give him his heir and it was too late for her to do anything about it.

"My sweet… You must-" Elsa cut him off instantly, not caring to listen to his pathetic words. He'd done this to her, he was the one that had destroyed her life and stolen her in the dead of night, he deserved to die.

Retribution…. Retribution…. She repeated those words in her mind and she listened to them as if it were a sweet song. The only way that she would escape and every see the light of day once more, was if he tasted her true wrath and felt her icy touch.

Was it wrong that she seeked vengeance? Was it wrong that she longed to spill his blood? He'd turned her wild hadn't he? Never had she dreamt of such sickening images or wished any dead, but him, he was different…. He was nothing to her but a traitor…. Hans Westerguard, The name of her new prisoner.

"You step any closer, Hans and you'll be an icicle!" Hans grimaced at the thought and edged backwards slowly. "Don't you want my help? Don't you wish for midwives? No warm towels or water?... That's a mistake, Elsa! I'm offering you my assistance."

A great load of freezing cold water hit Hans in his chest and the cold attacked him rapidly. "I don't want or need your assistance!" She spat furiously.

"D-Damn you! You little….." She watched as he shivered, she smiled as a great feeling of victory swept over her. She wouldn't stand for anymore of his tortuous ways. "I think your power is at an end."

Her body was hit with another intense pain and she cried out as more tears slipped down her cheeks. "Perhaps…. But, after this I won't need you anymore, you'll give me my son and that's all I need… I can do the rest on my own." Elsa wasn't listening to him anymore, she didn't care.

"Ah!" She couldn't do this, she didn't want to. "Make it stop!" Hans sniggered loudly and roared with laughter at her pained comment. "It's too late for that… Darling. Now be a good little wife and give me my heir…"

Elsa felt another rush of cold surge through her veins and she glared at him dangerously. "You'll be dead when I'm finished." She muttered breathlessly.

A sharp and unexpected emotion hit Hans hard, fear. Why was he afraid of her? She didn't have anything over him…. Did she? He swallowed hard and felt himself turning pale as a sudden taste of reality came to him and dragged him to the surface of real life…. She really would kill him.

He said nothing and continued for hours to hear her screaming and crying in agony. "Ah!" Elsa had never experienced such unbearable physical pain in her life and she wanted it to end, she wanted everything to just finish… Hans, the baby, The Southern Isles…. All she wanted was Anna, she was the only person she in her life… Not any of this.

A sudden crying burst into the chamber and Elsa's heart pounded. Her breath hitched in her throat and a strange mixture of emotions ran through her in that moment.

She wanted to cry with joy, yet at the same time she wanted to cry out in dolefulness and desolation. In that very moment, she discovered that her heart had just found another being in the world to love… Her child.

Hans sniggered…. Yes, it was everything he wanted; everything he ever wanted had just come true. A strong and wild sense of triumph ran through him and he couldn't wipe the victorious smirk from his face…. His heir, his son.

Elsa held the baby in her arms with tears of elation running down her cheeks. Nothing else mattered to her now but her baby and Anna… Her heart finally seemed to be complete.

"W-What is it?" Elsa noticed the clear sense of urgency in his tone and her eyes flickered up with warning as she held her baby close to her body. "A girl."

Defeat, failure, rage! Fury boiled inside of him and he shook his head at her. His body screamed out as everything he hoped for turned to nothing… The rocks came crashing down and his blood boiled within him. "I'll kill it! I'll kill you!"

Hans ripped his arms out of her icy chains as a sudden strength came from his exceptional rage. "I'll kill you!" Before she knew it, Hans had his powerful hands around her throat and she held her little girl tighter in her arms… He won't touch her, he couldn't.

She met Hans' bloodshot and livid eyes yet she wasn't afraid of him, he'd gone too far for fear to hurt or weaken her. She'd been through too much and suffered to much… Hans had no true power over her anymore, but of course he didn't see.

"You'll pay! You'll suffer! I'll kill it! I make you watch as it dies!" No! Her baby was ripped from her arms and her heart suddenly shattered like broken glass. No! He couldn't murder his own child! She wouldn't let him kill her, not her little girl!

"Let her go!" Elsa ignored the numb pain in her legs and ran at him with all her force as he held her baby. "You'll watch as it dies, Elsa! You can't save it! You could never love the child anyway… We both know about your Frozen Heart don't we?" His words meant nothing to her; they didn't penetrate down her barriers of defence.

Hans stared down at the crying baby in his arms and felt sickened by it. It had Elsa's eyes, her blue icy eyes and he sensed that coldness about her within a second… That child probably had her Frozen Heart anyway, it needed to die.

He paused and felt a sudden knot tie in his stomach; it had his hair, a dark shade that matched beautifully with the baby girl's topaz eyes… She was rather beautiful…. Wait! Hans ripped his eyes away from their baby, unable to stare at it any longer. He had to kill it, otherwise he feared he wouldn't be able to… Love would stop him and get in the way of his actions.

Hans drew his dagger from his scabbard and raised it above the little baby's head as she cried and wriggled within his arms. He felt her warmth as he held her and he felt sick… Could he do it? Could he really kill his own baby girl?

Elsa glared at him with fury and disgust. How could he bare to do it? How could he be so malevolent as to slit his own new-born daughter's throat and wear her innocent blood?

No! He lowered the dagger…. Ice… Blood….. Ice and blood. Elsa screamed out…. Hans yelled…. Their baby cried… Ice covered the chamber and blood lay upon the floor. What had she done?

Elsa's freezing cold hand was still directed at Hans and he lay upon the ground, holding the baby. "Ah…" A dagger of ice had torn through his shoulder and bone; it stuck out of his arm with a patch of blood that tarnished his shirt. He groaned in agony but didn't release their crying baby.

"You give her to me…. Now!" Hans in his agony reluctantly handed her their daughter with trembling and bloody hands. Defeat… He'd been defeated and he'd lost everything, he knew his life was within her hands. Elsa smiled as she held her baby and caused her to float gently into an awaiting cradle of ice.

"This was all your fault! You began all of this and now I shall end it!" Elsa approached him slowly with her powers ready and prepared to shoot that fatal blow.

Hans closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. "Any last words?" She muttered furiously. "I'm not sorry… You deserve it! The pain, you've got a Frozen Heart and you always will…. You failed me and I had my retribution and I adored every minute of watching you suffer… And for that Elsa of Arendelle, I love you! This was my Retribution….."

Elsa took her aim. "And this is mine!"

"No, Elsa! Don't do it! Don't kill him!"… Anna.

- Inky ivory. (Any name suggestions for Hans and Elsa's baby girl?)