Chapter 14: From the Proposal to Lighting Up the Sky

"I can't…I'm sorry King Roald I can't accept…"

"Oh but you must." He said turning to her.

"Why must I accept?"

"Because, I see it now! Arendale needs a male figure. You should not be alone. You're beautiful. Powerful. It is truly too much for me to pass up…I would want nothing less than you by my side."

"I must say the idea had crossed my mind, but I've decided I really don't need to rush things. For that matter I really do have to decline King Roald, no disrespect."

"Oh none taken, although I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation…"

"What are you saying?" Elsa asked.

"Like the art of war, I am one up on you dear Queen Elsa. You see, I've put quite a bit of gunpowder in the Hold of that ship-"

"What are you planning?" Elsa began to think she might have to use her powers to get out of this proposal.

King Roald took a torch from the desk, and ignited it. "To light it up…but you see that's not it…there's someone that means everything to you at the bottom of that ship…"

Elsa's hands met her mouth as her stomach dropped. "Anna."

"A quick little motion is all it will take…because tell me Elsa, how well does snow and ice do in a sea of fire?" He then took her gloved hands in a swift motion and pinned them over her head, pressing the torch close to them, as he slammed her against the wall knocking a bit of air out of her. She tried to use her powers, but found that the heat had in fact only made them feel wet in her palms. His larger build was too much for her to be free. His inflated ego seemed to work against her, as his adrenaline keeping her in an iron clad pin against the side of the wall.

"Why do you want to marry me this badly?" Elsa looked at him with angry eyes.

"Ah Elsa, your powers! And until my arrival I never knew of your ice-cold beauty. Having you by my side would make Arendale and the Isles the strongest force in the war; we could stop Sweden single handedly with that kind of power."

"I don't like to use my powers…to kill."

"Says the woman who almost killed her sister, my brother and three of his soldiers, not to mention a town from a cold spell."

Elsa looked at him in a vulnerable disgust.

"Well on the other hand, to have you as a wife, Arendale's land…I can give my brothers more land, more of my own to control. I can't simply pass this up. Not to mention if my kin were to inherit your powers I-"

"I-d NEVER." Elsa started to feel more powerful in her rage against Roald. He was simply worse then Hans. If only she didn't have her gloves on too. "How did you get to know all of this? Did your brother-"

"My brother never would have told me all I would have needed, he wants it for himself, not to give me more."

"…right because that would be just so greedy of you?" She said spitefully unimpressed, raising her head away form his gaze.

He forcefully pushed her eyes back to his, "Oh come, it's just a simple yes, and a willing marriage? I have made sure the moment that ship combusts your kingdom will soon follow! And don't think I plan on letting you rat me out? If you say yes, everyone will live happy. You must simply accept I am your best option. We will win the war, and you will support Arendale and they won't hate you, of course I'd have to make sure to marry you now and what not but luckily that little Elf is quite useful, and make sure you - because plainly- its just-" He put his mouth to her ear. "A little yes."

"No." She said, feeling trapped. "Your more heartless then your brother, and I'd never marry a monster like you."

"Ah, I don't think you're in the position to talk less of me Queen of Arendale." He pressed the flame closer to her hands, as she started to feel a strong burning sensation, although she doubted he would burn them off simply because it seemed he wanted to be wed to control her powers more than he simply wanted to be wed to her. But it was starting to hurt. "Actually a certain Weasel wanted in on this Arendale, and felt that I could win your heart. What he doesn't know is I don't care much to burn the place down, but if I have to I will."

"Weasel? The Ex-Duke!" Elsa suddenly realized it had been a set up from the start. "I can't- I can't just agree to marry you-" She struggled but he used his body to force her against the wall.

"At this point if you agreed to I wouldn't trust it…you're a useful ally and would be a wonderful wife, but to have your powers playing against me, why well I wouldn't let your hands come near me if they had the chance-yet. You could freeze me to death, but then you would be a killer. You can blame me for treason, but I am still a King with a strong army. You can deny my advances, because unless I say otherwise by the time that Moon hits the top of sky, your sister will parish for certain, and believe me the town will too-"

"I'll save my sister."

"Can ice freeze the strong heat of a flame? How about a boat load?" Roald looked down on her. "I could have you here and should you have my kin I'd-"

"This is not something one inherits. My mother nor father had these powers. I'd would not let you-"

"Then time is ticking Elsa, and I have all night. Do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way, because I can't see you saying yes, and considering I don't feel like succumbing to your ice-cold wrath… I feel like the sky will be lit aflame tonight don't you? Because you denied my proposal…it could have been easy, but now you know that when everything is on fire and you can do nothing…it will be your fault."

Suddenly two soldiers, with just as evil of stares came in and took Roald's place holding her down with the torch.

"She ain't going to freeze us is she your Majesty?"

"She couldn't. It seems I have found her weak spot." Roald looked to her and then to the port whole that saw the ship adjacent. "It's simply over dear Queen Elsa, if I cannot have your power by my side, I will simply destroy everything. I will build it from the ground up in your wake, but you'll just have to watch everything burn first."

Elsa didn't know if he meant her sister was her weak spot, or the hot heat of the fire which had surely blistered her hands, as neither of the men were all but gracious or gentle in their hold on her, nor worried to be placing the fire too close to her hands, which were now behind her back. She'd never dreamed that the evil flame of one man could do so much harm.

Elsa looked to the full Moon that was creeping higher into the sky. The Moon had to be the deciding factor didn't it, as she hoped it wouldn't raise any higher in the sky. She started to worry. Her hands stung sorely from that close heat of the fire, as even her gloves had frayed from the pain. Kristoff was gone and completely unaware. Olaf was probably with him. Anna was in the boat with the gunpowder …and she couldn't say yes because she knew he simply would not believe her…she wanted to use her powers but she couldn't and if she did, could she even get to Anna? She looked at the door and saw a soldier outside it. The door was locked…she had put herself in this position…if she'd only listened to-

- Jack, where are you?