As soon as the dinner was over, Anna excused herself and slipped out of the gaze of Hans. She scurried down the hallway, picking up her skirts. She would've loved to finally explore the castle - see if there were ways for her to easily get out, maybe find something she could use to escape - but she was suddenly overcome with an unsettled feeling, like something was going to drop out of the sky and fall on her.

She saw her room coming up and slipped inside, shutting the door and resting her forehead on it. Safe.

"Hello Anna" a voice murmured. It was cruel and unwelcome, but it was not Hans, though he too fit those characteristics.

"Jacob." she mumbled, leaning up against the wall, trying not to panic. He hadn't done anything or said anything, why was she so uncomfortable?"

"Now, young Anna, you've simply got to explain why you're marrying that worthless bug Hans. A beautiful young princess like yourself...it just doesn't make sense!"

"I really don't want to talk about this right now, I'm sorry, I'm just very tired, you see-" Anna groped for the doorknob but Jacob leaned against the door and stopped her from escaping. He got close to her face and ran a thumb down her cheek.

"Why are you so determined to leave me?" he asked, leaning in closer to her face.

"I really have to go, please let me out!" Anna said, pushing him back.

"In a minute." he nodded and used both hands to grab her face and kiss her roughly.

She pushed back on him with all her might, slapping him across the face. He staggered for just a second but it was enough time, and she sprang for the door, sprinting out. She stumbled over her skirts but closed herself in the first open room and shakily sighed, sinking down the wall.

"Anna! Oh, ANNA!"

Anna's blood ran cold. It was a different voice, but there was no one in the palace that she wanted to find her. She just kept quiet.

She heard doors being open and shut. Someone must've told him she was hiding, why did they have to give her away?-

"Oh, Anna, there you are!"

…

Adam was not a stupid man. Brutish, perhaps. Tough, absolutely. Really frickin manly? Well if you asked him...but not stupid. Anna was not going to cave and marry Hans, not without proper persuasion. And Hans, weak, feeble Hans, would never be able to persuade her properly. He didn't have it in him to use the necessary force in order to hurt someone..oh boo hoo. But, for all Hans lacked, Adam and Alex compensated for.

So Adam pulled Alex aside after differ. Alex had noticed as well. Anna looked uncomfortable, but not at all worn down. In fact, she seemed more determined than ever to have her way. She would glare at Hans, bite her lip and look away before he, the absolute dunce, was able to summon the brain cells to notice.

"She's not going to marry him." Alex had said to Adam.

"Not willingly. We need more leverage."

"And how do you propose we get that? We've already taken her freedom, locked her up...what else do we have."

Adam paused for a moment, then smiled sinisterly. "It's not a 'what' that we need...rather, a 'who'."

Alex, confused, pressed for more information.

"I've taken precautions, he's already locked up. Much more securely."

"Kristoff?"

Adam nodded.

"But if we show her that he's here, won't that just give her hope, make her fight harder?"

"We'll present it in a more delicate way than that.

…

"Now you did behave at dinner, and I did give you permission to roam around...but I never said unescorted."

"WHAT?" Anna screeched, punching Hans' arm.

"You heard me. I figured it was implied...guess not." Hans smirked as he spoke the last part, reaching a hand forward to caress Anna's cheek.

She slapped his hand away.

"In that case," she sneered. "I'll be in my room."

"Stay there until the wedding, if you please." Hans shrugged. "Nothing is going to change Anna. You will be my bride, and Arendelle will be mine. I'm sure of it."

Anna wanted to yell something clever, to punch him, to dive out a window, something to change the situation, but it all seemed so futile.

She was escorted and monitored, she had no choice in how to dress, what to eat, who to speak to, how to behave, who to marry! There was but one basic right she still retained.

She could decide if she lived or died.