ingrid_prisoner/...
I jolted awake. Every night I'd had a dream of when I was captured. It had been almost a week since the events at Haus Des Teufels. Looking back, I realized how foolish I'd been. I had no idea where I was. All I knew was that it was hot. Too hot to even use my powers. I was in a dungeon of sorts. Revenge for my uncle's own imprisonment, no doubt.
I misses Elsai, Anna, Kristoff, Olaf...Even Sven. I just wanted to go home. Unfortunately, Aaron wasn't going to let me go anytime soon. Every day, a man would drag me out of my cell and up into an office where my uncle would be waiting with an official document that would relinquish Arram over to him. He just needed me to sign it and give it my seal. My signature could be forged, but my seal could not.
Instead of wax, I used my powers. The special ice that the birds I'd once given Anna had been made of. All I had to do was place my hand on the document and use my powers to make my seal and Aaron would send Elsai, Anna, Kristoff, Olaf, Sven, and my soon to be born baby back to Arendale. I would be sent to Haus Des Teufels as a "Prisoner of war". Naturally, i couldn't sign nor seal it. Even if a lot of people didn't like me, I had a duty to them and the rest of Arram. The majority of the people wouldn't want a traitor as king.
Every day, when I refused, I'd be taken back to my cell and beaten by the man who'd dragged me out. My arms and legs were cut up and bruised, my nose had been broken at least once, my lip was busted, and I was tired from not getting enough sleep due to the pain. After I was beaten, I'd be given stale bread and a small bowl of water. Enough to drink OR clean my wounds, but never both. I think Aaron knew that I would always chose to drink, not only for myself, but for my baby too. I'd rather be in pain than risk my baby's life.
I hurt, but I would die before giving Arram to Aaron. I was prepared to die for my country. It wasn't me I was worried about though. Sooner or later, my baby would be born and if I didn't agree to Aaron's terms by then, I knew he would use them against me.
I curled up in a corned furthest away from the bars of my cell. I knew that soon I'd be taken to Aaron. Sure enough, soon the man came and dragged me out of my cell. He'd always seemed familiar, but I just couldn't place him.
I was taken to the office where, as always, Aaron was seated at a big desk with the document in front of him. The man took me over to the desk and made me sit in a chair before my Uncle. I glared at him in pure hatred. In my opinion, Grandfather had been to lenient. Imprisonment was too good for him.
"Now, Now, Ingrid. Don't give me that look." He scolded me in a mocking manner, "It's not very lady like. What would Miranda say?"
"She'd say, 'Ingrid, if Aaron had a heart, no one could blame you for freezing it.'" I growled.
"I do so enjoy these little chats of ours. We really should talk more often."
"No thank you. I'm a little busy trying to keep an entire country safe from my crazy ass Uncle." I said in a sickeningly sweet voice.
His eyes flashed dangerously, "Ingrid, we both know how much easier this could be. So stop being a spoiled little brat and sign the damn parchment!"
I was about to retort when i heard the door open behind me. I didn't turn around to see who it was. I didn't have to. When I heard his voice, I knew who it was and I was filled with rage.
"Did she do it? Did that foul little witch agree to release Arram from her spells?"
"Not yet, but I assure you, she will." Aaron leaned back in his chair lazily, "All it takes is finding the right words and a little...persuasion."
My hands tightened into fists and I gritted my teeth, "Well, if it isn't the Duke of Weasel town."
"Weselton!" the little man shouted.
"Whatever."I rolled my eyes.
Now I remembered who my tormentor was. He was one of the goons that was in Arendale during Elsai's little winter.
"Now, Ingrid," Aaron signed, "Will you please just make this easy for once?"
"No."
"Fine. I'll see you tomorrow." He snapped his fingers and the guard dragged me out of the office.
I was thrown back into my cell and the guard left, likely to find something to hurt me with. I wasn't sure how much longer I could take this treatment. The baby was due any day now and I'd have to decide between my child and country. My cell was opened and I tensed, preparing for the worst. To my surprise, a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned my head to see someone I never thought I'd see again. Ginger hair, fair skin, lightly freckled cheeks...And awful sideburns.