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WARNING: Very, VERY DARK shit (torture and rape) is going to go happen in this chapter. Feel free to skip to chapter 11, but you won't get the full experience of why to despise Ulfric. I know some of you might deem the violence not necessary, but this serves an important purpose. Now go get your fluff ready because you're going to need it.

Chapter Ten: Via Dolorosa

The cold, hard touch of a stone pillar that she was chained to was the first thing Elsa felt as she gradually recuperated her consciousness. There was a horrid, fetid stench in the stale air, one scent that Elsa had smelled before, during the time Hans had attempted to imprison her. She was in the castle dungeon.

Her heart raced in her chest, beating angrily like a caged bird.

Elsa forced her eyelids to open. She was naked, her ice armor stripped from her some time when she was passed out. Her arms were encased in strange ebony metal, strapped down to the pillar to restrict her. These were not the same kind that Hans had imprisoned her with, and they were definitely not forged by Arendelle's blacksmiths. A sharp, throbbing pain pulsed madly in her wrist and the back of her thigh when she attempted to move. She tried to force herself to stand, but to her surprise, there were restraints on her feet as well.

"Dammit..." she hissed weakly, resting her head against the pillar and gritting her teeth in pain when she accidentally pressed a painful bruise. With her limbs restrained tightly, the blonde was in no condition to escape.

The cell door groaned open, and Prince Ulfric strode in. She fixated her eyes on the devil, hatred burning in her. Elsa blasted the restraint with frost in a futile attempt to break them, but the black metal held steady.

"Ah, you're awake," Ulfric said coolly as he towered over her bare, kneeling form.

"You... You killed the trolls," Elsa said, her voice shaking. Although she did not see Pabbie's body anywhere, she doubted the old troll would go done without a bitter fight for his Valley.

"I did... Such disgusting things they are." He then gave her a cruel, bone-chilling smile. "Just like you and your sister."

"What have you done with Anna?!" Elsa shouted, hate in her azure eyes. Ulfric smiled softly and reached down to play with her pale blonde hair.

"Oh don't worry about her, she's safe..." A sadistic smile disfigured his bearded face. "At least until I need her for something."

Anger exploded in her. "Tell me where she is! Tell me now, you son of a bitch!"

Ulfric yanked her up by her hair, and the blonde yelped sharply from the agony. "Watch your language..." he chuckled as he observed her face contort with pain. "And she's a few cells down the block, but she's not yet awake. You would have already heard her if she was awake."

There was truth in the man's words. An awkward silence followed. "Do you want to know why you're here?" Ulfric whispered to her. She kept silent, her heavy breathing the only sound in the room.

Taking her silence for a yes, the Crown Prince leaned down to tell her. "You see, my original purpose, why I was sent to this godforsaken shithole you call a kingdom, was to eliminate you as a threat. But first, do you remember my little brother Hans?"

Elsa glared at his smiling face. With this dim lighting, she could barely tell the difference between the two brothers. "Well Hans had gone rogue, trying to acquire his own land. He had never expected you to have powers, so that was one reason why he failed. That's when this place got my attention." Ulfric held up his hand, and a small fire blazed to life in his palm. Elsa gasped, a strange weakness suddenly oppressing her as she watched the flames.

Ulfric chuckled darkly, watching the shadows dance in her face. "Ah, pyrophobic much? That's good, very good. Anyways, back to the story," he hurled the fireball at a nearby torch, lighting it. "After it became clear you had powers, my Father had sent me to kill you. You are a viable threat to the expansion of the Southern Isles."

"Why didn't you kill me already?" Elsa asked. The Prince softly caressed her blonde hair, playing with it.

"Because I saw potential in you."

"Potential?" Elsa's breathing quickened as a horrifying thought entered her mind. Is he going to make her his personal sex slave? What will become of Anna if he does so?

He interrupted her thought process. "There's an enormous wealth of power I detect in you. You're a superweapon. A very, very dangerous one." He suddenly shook his head mockingly. "However, you're not putting it to good use!"

There was a dropping sensation in her stomach as she swallowed his words. Her nostris flared in anger. How dare he consider her a mere tool? "I'd never kill anyone for your imperialistic lust, Ulfric!"

"It's simple, Elsa. There's a whole city outside this castle that knows what you have done with Anna. In a few months, the whole of Europe will soon know that you've been fucking your own sister." Elsa paled even further as she considered his words. "And do you know what they do with sinners that commit such a crime?"

Elsa silently watched as Ulfric slowly slid his finger across his throat. "There are plenty of people who think you're lower than the very dirt they tread on. But that doesn't need to happen. If you submit to me as my personal Grim Reaper, they won't think of that once you get your hands on them. In fact, they might even be begging for their miserable lives. Don't you want that?"

His offer was tempting. Very, very tempting. But she refuses, absolutely refuses to be seen as a monster ever again. "Never... You see, I'm not something you can just use, you bastard. I am not going to be the monster you want me to become," She glared at him straight into his beady eyes. "So, fuck you."

The warm smile on the Prince's face twisted into a cold sneer. He stood to his full, imposing height of seven feet, and cracked his oversized knuckles. "Pity. I will have fun watching you break, Queen of Arendelle."

He snapped his fingers. A lanky man with scraggy blonde hair reluctantly steps into the entrance of the cell. "Oh Arnbjorn! My pet here is being rebellious. Give her the Roman standard, will you?" The housecarl kept silent, but the two locked eyes for a brief moment. There was sorrow in the youth's eyes, and she could tell he was very reluctant to go forth with this.

Roman standard? Elsa's eyes widen in sheer terror. The bastard Prince was going to flog her to submission. Her heart madly threw itself in her rib cage as fear embraced her. What if she dies in the process? What will become of Anna? But her mind steeled her resolve however. Ulfric was hungry to see her cry, to see her beg for mercy as the whip strikes her skin.

Ulfric reached into his coat and pulled out a whip to show her the instrument. It was a short whip but it had multiple tails, and embedded within the tails were small objects. Elsa's eyes widen in horror when she realized the objects entwined in the tails were vicious shards of glass, bone, and metal. There's no doubt she'll be crying at the first strike. Again, her resolve was again steeled by the thought. She'll deny him that pleasure.

No matter how painful it will be.

"You'll never see me cry, Ulfric..." Elsa whispered in a low voice. Ulfric said nothing, as he walked behind her.

She shivered in disgust as Ulfric's callous fingers run down her spine. "Such beautiful skin..." A cruel smile appears on his lips as he leans in close to her ear. His hot breath was nauseating, making the room spin as Elsa gagged for air. "I wonder if your sister will still love you after I'm done with you..." The whip's tails grazed her softly, warning her of the intense agony that was to come.

"Burn in hell, you bastard..."

Satisfied, Ulfric tossed the whip over to Arnbjorn, and youth reluctantly catches it in midair. "Sir, the flagrum will kill her!" Arnbjorn protested.

Ulfric smirked. "I want you to beat her until she submits to me. Got it?"

Arnbjorn reluctantly nodded his head. Before he goes behind Elsa to administer the torturous punishment, the housecarl silently walks over to the cell's sink and thoroughly washes his hands with cold water. Tears streamed down his face as he slowly took position behind the kneeling Elsa.

Elsa quickly noted that she will have to suffer under forty excruciating lashes. The blonde closed her eyes tightly and exhaled, preparing for the first strike.

Then it came, the whistle of the whip and the dull thud as it made contact with her flesh.

CRACK

A sharp, flaring sting shot through Elsa's body as the flagrum struck her skin. One.

CRACK

Two. The pain was even sharper this time, akin to burning.

CRACK

Three. Elsa held back tears, her body shaking. Her back was turning red from the bite of the whip. Arnbjorn raised the whip again, ready to deliver a fourth strike. However, Ulfric raised his hand to stop him. "Wait between strikes you fool. Otherwise, the old sting will dull her to the new."

A long minute passed before the whip struck her again.

CRACK

A loud, pained gasp tore free from Elsa's throat as her face contorted in pain. She hadn't prepared for the strike, and her resolve almost broke on the fourth lash. Ice started to creep on the whipping post, but the temperature of the room increased. Ulfric smirked down at her.

"Your ice is no match for my fire."

CRACK

Streaks of vermillion blood started running down her raw back. But she cannot let him see her cry. Five. Thirty five more.

CRACK

Another pause bought her a brief reprise from the whip. Warm liquid dripped slowly down her back, and the faint scent of iron drifted up into her nostrils. How long must she suffer this? She recited her mantra in her head again, strengthening her. You'll never see me cry.

Fourteen agonizing strikes of the whip later

Elsa shuddered violently on the whipping post, her nude back arrayed with horrifying cuts from the whip's strikes. The marks on her back formed a crude lowercase "t" but her seeping blood marred the wounds. Although Arnbjorn was careful to not strike her too painfully, the Crown Prince barked at the man to strengthen his blows. But she kept eerily silent, vehemently refusing to give into Ulfric's sadistic pleasure.

CRACK

Nineteen. Elsa's breathing accelerated, agony embracing her soul. A part of her wanted to cry out, to give into her agony and surrender to the devil in front of her. But she found the strength to continue, and still she refused to let Ulfric see her cry. She took a labored breath, gasping at the tremendous effort as her lungs slowly filled with blood.

CRACK

Twenty. She has to last.

Even if it kills her.

Seven more strikes later

The burning, endless anguish was the only thing in Elsa's mind.

The flagrum had ravaged her back, inflicting deep gouges with every strike. Elsa's limbs were cramping from loss of blood, adding whole new level to the excruciating pain she was suffering. She weakly lifted her head, her eyes unfocused from the intense agony. Pain was the only thing in her mind, threatening to wrench her away from her resolve.

"Fate has abandoned you..." Ulfric's voice said somewhere near her. For one brief moment, she believed in him.

That's when she saw her standing in front of the door.

Anna.

Her sister was wearing pure white clothes, flowing around her even though there was no wind. She was even more radiant in her beauty, as if Anna had became an angel. Neither Ulfric or Arnbjorn seemed to notice her however as her sister entered the bloody cell.

"A-Anna?" she croaked, her voice broken. Truly this must be a figment of her imagination, right?

Ulfric laughed cruelly, clapping his hands. "She's hallucinating!" The redhead carressed her face gently, smiling warmly at her despite her bloodied torment. She embraced the blonde, careful to not touch her weeping wounds.

So she's not real.

CRACK

The bite of the whip struck her again, but strangely, Elsa felt nothing. She could feel the guardian angel Anna wince in sympathy as she embraced her. The whip seemed to go through the angel with no ill effect. "Please don't give up, Elsa... Please don't let Ulfric win..."she pleaded.

Her voice was distant and filled with sorrow, but it sounded so heavenly. No earthly sound can compare to Anna's felt her strength return to her, propped up by the hope of her sister's love for her.

CRACK

Twenty nine. She should have passed out either from blood loss or pain right now, but Elsa held.

Ulfric shadowed over her, unwittingly standing right next to her guardian angel.

CRACK

"God has abandoned you..." he sneered mockingly. A delirious smile appeared on her lips. If only he sees what I am seeing.

Anna's deliciously warm lips softly pressed against her cool ones. The agony she felt no longer tormented her, her mind having been shielded by her unconditional love for Anna.

Nine more brutal strikes of the whip later

Ulfric can't believe what he was seeing. Not only had Elsa managed to not shed a single drop of tear at all during her vicious scourging, but she had managed to withstand enough strikes of the flagrum that would have broken even the strongest man!

"H-how?" the Crown Prince sputtered in disbelief. He raised his hand to stop Arnbjorn, who was readying the bloody whip for the final blow. Taking his reprieve, the housecarl dropped the whip and eagerly washed his blood-covered hands furiously.

Elsa was only breathing heavily, each breath labored from the furious beating. Although she couldn't feel her grisly wounds, there was no doubt her whipped back was beyond recognition. Ulfric grabbed her hair and jerked her head up to face him. The blonde's azure eyes were unfocused, staring distantly into space. Taking his hand, the Prince slapped her hard to get her attention.

"Speak harlot!" he snarled in a demonic voice.

A faint sound slipped her lips. He recoiled in horror, for it was the uncanny sound of laughter. "You'll never see me cry..." her voice was incredibly weak, yet there was a steely edge that rivals even the gods.

Ulfric's nostrils flared. He snapped his head towards Arnbjorn. "Turn her over and scourge her! Beat her until you see tears!"

"But sir! She's going to die if I do that!"

Ulfric pursed his lips. He was going to have to try a different approach. "Arnbjorn, watch her for me, will you?" The Prince left without word, his footsteps echoing in the halls.

A silence oppressed the bloody cell. The housecarl just sat in the corner, watching the bloody, beaten blonde rest on her whipping post. Judging his master far enough, Arnbjorn decided to raise his voice. "Queen Elsa?" he whispered.

Hearing her name, the blonde tilted her head in his general direction. Although her vision was very blurry, Elsa managed to focus on him. "Yes..." her voice was so weak, that Arnbjorn began weeping.

"I'm so, so sorry for putting you through this! If you survive this ordeal and get out of here..." Arnbjorn crawled up to her, bringing his face close to hers. "I beg of you to spare my life. I don't want to do this, I can't take it anymore. Elsa, remember me when you take back your kingdom..."

His soft words were truthful, and Elsa could sense sincere repentance in the youth. All she can give him was a simple nod. With a smile, the penitent housecarl went back to his post.

"No! Let me go!" Anna's real voice got the attention of the blonde. The guardian angel by her side, was suddenly no longer with her.

Ulfric entered the cell, holding the redhead over his broad shouder before dumping her unceremoniously on the ground. Elsa's heart rate accelerated as she locked eyes with her sister.

"E-Elsa?"Anna stared, appalled to the core at the brutal scene. Elsa was caked with her own life essence, and there were streaks of fresh and dried blood all around her, on the walls, and on the little pillar she was tied to. And that was only from the front. She doubted she can stomach the sight of her sister's shredded back.

"Anna..." Elsa's frail, broken voice haunted her.

Fury erupted in the redhead. "You bastard!" Anna shrieked as she bucked at Ulfric to try and kick him. The thick chains that were restraining her prevented her from doing much however, and the Prince just laughed at her feeble attempts.

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!" Anna snarled rabidly. Elsa tried to move forward, but the dull pain in her back was slowly creeping upon her.

Her mental shield was weakening. Fast.

Seizing Anna by the scruff of her neck, Ulfric hauled her towards Elsa. He then turned the redhead over, running his oversized callous hands all over her. Elsa's heart skipped a beat, before madly throwing itself against her rib cage like a wild animal, pounding so hard it hurts her lungs.

The snarl that came from Elsa was no doubt inhuman. "Don't you fucking dare touch her!" Every word she said hurts her blood-filled lungs, and she coughed up blood, staining the whipping post she was chained to.

Ulfric laughed at her predicament. The sound of tearing fabric rips through the air, and Elsa could only watch as her sister was bared before the Prince. He gazed at her nude body, licking his lips hungrily. "So this is what you see when you fuck her," Ulfric chuckled as he ran her hands over her breasts. Anna stayed silent, refusing to moan for him.

Elsa's will to continue melted like snow in the late spring. "No... don't touch her..." she rasped. In her peripheral blurry vision, she saw the housecarl sneak out of the cell to not see what was going to occur.

"I'll show her what a true cock feels like." The Crown Prince stood up and undid his pants. His erect cock was huge, raging with sadistic lust. "Unlike that abhorrent mockery of a man you brutalize her with, this one is thick, hard flesh."

"No! Please don't touch me!" Anna whimpered in fear. She turned frantically to the one person she can trust, her sister. "Elsa! Elsa, please help me!"

The blonde desperately hoped there was still a chance to bargain. She weakly raised her head and tried to speak. "Ulfric... I... I submit... Just leave her..." She swallowed the blood crawling up her throat. "Just leave her alone..."

The devil positioned himself at her entrance. "Too late... What's that you said? 'You'll never see me cry?' Well let's see how long you'll be saying that."

A loud, drawn-out shriek pierced the fetid, iron-scented air as Ulfric began atrociously violating her sister. The redhead screamed as the man thrusts his member deep in her, pain shooting in her insides.

"ELSAAA! Help me!"

Elsa's resolve broke down, and she began sobbing profusely onto the bloody whipping post. It was at that moment that the wounds from her flagellation made themselves known.

Excruciating agony ripped through Elsa with hurricane force, and the brutal assault on her soul from hearing Anna's shrill screams ripped her resolve in half.

A tiny, hopeless whisper escaped her lips.

"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"

And then, the sweet, numbing darkness took her away.