I own nothing!
Warning: This story contains child abuse.
FYI: Anna is about 18, Elsa is 20, and
Kristoff is about 19 (just saying)
Please enjoy and review! I sorry this took so long and thanks for sticking with me on this.


Kristoff, Anna, and Elsa were drawn from their conversation late that night by the sound of animalistic snorting outside. Just as their attention landed on the door, Sven pushed through, with Pabbie on his back.

"Grand Pabbie!" Kristoff greeted, giving the elderly troll a tight hug. "Is everyone safe back at home?"

"Yes, Kristoff." The old troll replied. "Now, what is the meaning of sending Sven to fetch me?"

The three humans shared hesitant looks before Anna broke the silence. "Well, you see, Kristoff went into town, but the guards were chasing him because of a bunch of ridiculous new rules. By the way, that charm you gave him must have really worked! Anyway, Elsa and I were taking about it this morning, and felt that we should do something. We have no idea how though, so we need your help!" Anna finished in one long breath.

"Yes," the elderly troll agreed, "you should do something. As the royal princesses, it is your responsibility to protect these people."

Elsa shook her head in annoyance, "we haven't been the royal princesses in nearly five years." Elsa pointed out.

"That does not matter." Pabbie countered.

Anna suddenly lit up as a thought occurred to her. "Elsa, maybe we could see mother again!"

Kristoff, who had been off to the side petting Sven, immediately tuned back into the conversation. Images of a certain royal announcement made their way to the front of his mind as he remembered the last time someone had mentioned the Queen of Arendelle. Kristoff never did tell them about the king's proclamation. At first, it was to give the girls time to grow accustom to their new surroundings. Then, Kristoff could not find the right opportunity to tell the story until he finally forgot about it.

"Someone has to tell them," he murmured to himself. Kristoff glanced at Sven. The reindeer seemed to be giving the boy a look that said, 'That was your job.' Kristoff pouted and, taking a deep breath, whispered sarcastically, "great timing, opportunity," and cleared his throat to draw attention to himself. Once three pairs of eyes were fixed on him, Kristoff spoke again. "Anna, Elsa, I have something to tell you. Really, I should have told you when we first met, and, honest, I was going to tell you, but I didn't want to hurt you guys."

Kristoff paused when Anna approached him. "Kristoff," she spoke softly, "it's okay; just tell us."

The boy swallowed around a knot forming in his throat. "Do you remember I told you that your father made a public announcement that the two of you died?" Both sisters nodded with a look of disgust, prompting Kristoff to continue. "There was more to the announcement. The king said that your mother died of grief." The boy's eyes flicked between the two girls, searching for a reaction.

The sister wore identical looks of confusion. "Kristoff," Elsa spoke softly, "why didn't you tell us?"

"At first it was because you two were already hurting; I didn't want to add to your pain. Then I just couldn't find a time to bring it up." The boy relented apologetically.

"Is there anything else that you're hiding?" Elsa demanded.

Kristoff shook his head frantically, glancing at Pabbie as if looking for reassurance.

"Wait!" Anna exclaimed, "We aren't dead, so what if mother isn't dead!"

Elsa's face lit up and then darkened again. "Then she either thinks her children died, or knew what really happened. I don't think father would let her be if she knew we are still alive."

Anna carefully watched her sister for a moment. The blonde girl's eyebrows were scrunched together and her eyes had a far-away look in them. "Elsa, what are you thinking?"

Elsa looked back to Anna. "We need to go back."

"I thought we already established that." Anna pointed out.

Elsa nodded and turned to address Pabbie and Kristoff. "Will you help us?"

Kristoff jumped to answer quickly. "Yes! Whatever you need."

"Of course." Pabbie stated simply.


The sun had set over Arendelle and all was quite in the castle. The only sign of life in the corridors was the king. He was striding through the cellar carrying a small loaf of stale bread and a pitcher of water. When he reached the hidden door, the king tucked the bread into the crook of his arm as he pulled the keys from his pocket. He lit a torch and went straight to the middle cell.

"Hello, my wife." He greeted the figure huddled in the dim corner. Opening the cell door, the monarch put the food and drink inside. The king withdrew again quickly, taking the old pitcher with him. He peered into the small room through the barred window. "There was some interesting news in court I thought you would like to hear," the king said. "There was a report of two girls traveling with some man. Their descriptions matched Anna and Elsa perfectly."

The queen didn't react to her husband's words, not even lifting her head to look at him. This did not faze the king. He hadn't seen her move in years; her silence had gone on for an even longer period of time. The king continued to speak. "To be honest, I'm surprised they are still alive." His head tilted to the side. "I wonder what they are doing for that man in order for him to keep them around," the king mused with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. "It doesn't matter," he quickly decided, "when I catch them, their dead. I'll make sure of it this time." The king paused again. "I wonder if I could capture Elsa and use her to blackmail Anna into marrying Hans. How would you like some company, my Queen?"

The question was answered with the stillness and silence the king had grown accustomed too. "No," he decided, "that could become too complicated. I think it's best to just kill them," he interrupted himself with a chuckle, "and make sure they actually die this time." The king bid his wife goodnight with a small, almost mocking, bow. He turned on his heels and left the huddled form in darkness. Once out of the cellar, the monarch decided it was time he got to bed. He could plan his daughters' demises in the morning.