Oh my gosh, that last chapter gained a lot of mixed reviews regarding poor Elsa's situation. Well I can't promise any resolution this chapter as this will focus on the reactions from Elsa, Hans and Anna.

I have made the ministers pretty villainy and it seems they do still view Elsa as a monster which is probably why they are using the whole Hans incident/ and her sudden attack on them as an excuse to have her put to death.

A big thank you to Rhika and Guest for the lengthy reviews, love it.

Anyway please read and enjoy, even though it was quite tearful to write.

Chapter Twenty one.

"You can't do this! please, my sister is innocent," Anna pleaded as the council men stood there reeling, attempting to make sense of what had just happened."

Minister Borgman turned from the other members, eyebrow raised. "Innocent? Your Highness, that woman just displayed her unnatural abilities in a room full of twelve men. She could have killed any of us without a second thought."

"But she didn't," Anna argued, as she restrained herself from trembling.

"That's beside the point, Your Highness," Ivan chirped in. "Her actions here today have proven just how unpredictable she can be, especially when provoked. And look what she did to you," gesturing to her injured shoulder, that was still bleeding.

"It's just a scratch," Anna declared. "Look, she may not be entirely innocent, but I know she didn't mean this, she didn't mean any of this. She must have just been scared."

Frederick limped across to the tearful Princess. "Scared? that witch was not scared, she was out of her mind. She froze my leg solid, and almost impaled several others. We were all lucky to escape with our lives. How can someone like that be responsible for running a kingdom?"

"Elsa has taken very good care of this kingdom, ever since she ended the winter," Anna countered. "She has nothing but love for me, for our people. Something must have happened, you must have pushed her too far!"

Minister Borgman's face turned stone-cold with the Princess' excessive interference. "Your Highness. We merely questioned her about the events which transpired, surrounding your deliberate poisoning and her sham marriage. It is clear to me that there is more to her involvement then meets the eye, and she is unwilling to accept or deny it. Now her little outburst is clear to me that she couldn't handle the truth of her own actions, loosing control was a failure on her part. Now if there is nothing further, we have two executions to arrange."

"So she made a mistake, she's only human," Anna retaliated.

Frederick interrupted once more. "That woman is not human. She is an abomination, sent to test us. And it would seem we were almost fooled. Fortunately though, we won't have to put up with that deviant much longer."

Anna was flaming at their obvious bigotry, as she was ushered out of the council room. Fresh tears brimming in her eyes, stomach in knots.

Although the guards had brought him food several times, Hans had refused to touch it. Why bother eating when very soon I'll be dead. He had also been provided with a wash bowl to scrub up, and some clean clothes. But what he really wanted more then anything, was to see Elsa. After she had been whisked away, he was starting to worry whether he would ever see her again before his execution. She's probably come to her senses and never wants to see me again. I wouldn't blame her. Having any chance with her, was too good to be true.

As he sat relaxed on the stone bench, he heard the clank of the door. His first thought was that it was Elsa, and his heart began fluttering. However it was not Elsa, it was a man. And not just any man, the same man who had appeared in his cell yesterday. The head minister.

Minister Borgman strolled across to where Hans was seated. "Ah, the traitor. I hope you're finding the hospitality satisfactory. Don't worry you won't have to endure this place much longer. Tomorrow at dawn you're to be executed... And I have a little added surprise."

Hans furrowed his brow in confusion. "What kind of surprise?"

The minister smirked with derision. "Oh, one that I'm sure you will be delighted with."

"Why, what is it?" Hans queried further.

Borgman smirked. "You're going to have some company at your execution."

Company? Now he was even more perplexed. "Who?"

The head minister smiled this time. "The former Queen of Arendelle."

Hans eyes widened in shock, wondering if he had heard him correctly. "W-What...did...you just say?... D-Do ..you mean Elsa?"

The minster simply nodded before turning to leave.

A low hiss of pain escaped his lips as Hans lurched forwards, screaming in protest. "But she hasn't done anything wrong! This is all my fault. Everything!"

Without looking back Borgman replied. "Well almost everything. Except the fair Queen lost control after defending you. She attacked the council, and the Princess. Therefore she has been dethroned, charged with treason, and she too is to be executed as stated by Arendelle law."

No!

Elsa had never felt so degraded, so vulnerable. She had heard the door click open, but in her barren cell, she chose to ignore the footsteps as they thudded closer.

"Look at me?" came a voice in the darkness.

Elsa tried to tilt her head, coldness spreading throughout her entire body as she realized who the deepened voice belonged to. "What do you want?"

Minister Borgman stepped forward, until he was face to face with the former Queen. "I am here to inform you that your execution has been arranged for tomorrow at dawn. And don't worry, you'll have the pleasure of your lover's company."

Tears trickled down her face at the helplessness of her situation. It all seemed so surreal. Like this was all a terrible nightmare and she would wake up, safe and warm in her bed. Who am I kidding.

"You'll be glad to know, I am also offering you a private execution. Only royalty who wishes to attend will be present, along with the ministers, and if you request it, you may have two of your chosen attendants to be present."

It would have to be Kai and Gerda.

"As your Father was a very good friend of mine, I've also chosen to grant you clemency. You see, usually our beheadings are carried out with an axe, and in the past with a rather inexperienced executioner. Therefore I have sent for the best headsman in the land. I am told that his sword can slice the head in one swift blow. I hope this will ensure your death will be as painless as possible."

Sword, axe, what does it matter? Whichever weapon is used, decapitation to a degree is bound to be painful. Elsa swallowed hard as she clutched her neck.

"You're very lucky Elsa, that I am in charge. The others were rooting for you to be burnt at the stake, which would have been a much more excruciating method, wouldn't you agree?"

How would I know? Although I imagine it to be quite torturous. She didn't answer, instead firing her next question at the minister. "What about Hans? will he be treated to the same merciful death?"

"No. I'm afraid, I won't allow him the same courtesy."

She tried to control her swirling emotions. "Well I guess I should be grateful then."

Borgman came closer, until he was all but a hairs bredth away. "You know I find it laughable that you can still show any affection for that man."

"What would you know!"

"Of course, what would I know," Borgman sniggered. "Now, just to show you that I am a fair man, and as tradition states, I am granting you one last request."

"Request?" Well to be set free might be a start, so I can freeze you into an ice sculpture.

Borgman tapped his foot impatiently. "So, what shall it be?"

"I'd like to see Hans."

"I was rather hoping you wouldn't have said that. But I am a man of my word, so on this occasion I will grant your request." The minister opened the door, summoning the guards. "Please unchain the prisoner."

As she was led to the cell where Hans resided, she squinted in the dim light at the figure slumped in the corner. A slight sliver of light cast itself on his pale, gaunt face. As she sank down beside him, he slowly opened his eyes. "Elsa?"

"Yes it's me Hans."

He shifted into a near sitting position, his eyes never leaving her beautiful face. Once Hans was comfortable, he curled his fingers around hers, whispering softly. "Elsa what have you gone and done?"

"It doesn't matter. What matters now is that we can be together, forever. Free from their prejudice, from their persecution."

"No Elsa, that is not what I wanted! You're weren't supposed to be here, you're not supposed to die. You had everything. A kingdom, your sister, a future as a great ruler."

"I tried Hans. I tried to be the best I could be. I tried to control these powers, but they are the curse I always knew they were."

"No! you controlled them once. You can do it again." His smile was comforting, but not enough to stop the unquenchable guilt gnawing away inside of her. He brought his hand up gently to her cold cheek, caressing it with such delicateness. His heart ached for her. How could he ever forgive himself. This was all his fault. If he had never returned to Arendelle. If he hadn't been hellbent on revenge. If he had just left them alone, none of this would ever have happened."

"No, you're wrong. These powers will always be part of me. They will always control me. They're dangerous, I'm dangerous! Mama and Papa should have had me put to death after I hurt Anna." Before she knew what was happening, she was lashing out. Unleashing ice from her hands. Snow already swirling around her.

Hans tried to stay close, but he was battered by the mini storm she had created. "Elsa, calm down, please."

She summoned a small block of ice in her hands, squeezing it, crushing it with all her strength. Until all that was left was shards cutting into her hand, causing crimson blood to drip to the floor.

Hans moved instantly back to her side, taking her hand, examining the damage. He carefully removed a few small shards embedded in her palm. "You should be more careful."

She yanked her hand away. "What does it matter? why does any of it matter?" Then a thought dawned on her. "You can escape. I can get you out of here."

"And where would I go?"

"Somewhere. Anywhere that's far from here. You can have the freedom."

Hans looked at her with a heartbroken smile. "What about you?"

"I can't come with you," Elsa told him flatly.

"Then I'm not going. I'll stay here and pay for my actions. I will not run. I am not a coward. Besides, I could never live with the knowledge with what I've done to you."

There was a million things she wanted to say, but there were only three words which sprang to mind. "I love you."

Hans leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. Elsa kissed back, her breath hitching as she realized how soft and gentle they were.

His warmth against her coldness was soothing. "Hans I need you."

Hans gripped her waist with one hand and the back of her head with the other. She opened her mouth further, this time in more desperation. He pressed her against the wall and she didn't resist. His hands continue to touch, grab, reveling in every part of her porcelain skin. He was respectful though. She was like a goddess and her body a temple.

Elsa had never felt anything like this before. She wanted more, needed more, but just as she was about to explore further, their lowly encounter was rudely interrupted by a group of guards. They wrenched Hans away from her, hitting him with the hilt of their sword, before forcing him to his knees and chaining his hands.

Elsa was dragged by two other guards, and pushed towards the door. Minister Borgman stared at her in repulsion. "So was the little witch contemplating loosing her innocence to that filth? well sorry to disappoint," he added mockingly.

Elsa refused to look at him. "I wish to return to my cell now."

Borgman motioned for the guards to escort Elsa back to her cell. Once they had returned, the minister waited until the guards had restrained her, and he then ordered them out. "You know, I may have thought by now you would be pleading, begging for mercy, but you seem to be taking your impending death very well."

Elsa tried to contain her emotions. "Leave me!" she ordered, irritation lending her voice strength.

"Very well," Borgman replied, retreating towards the door.

The last thing she heard was the key in the lock, and she was left in darkness.

Several hours had passed since the guards and Borgman had left her alone to her thoughts. She was tired and hungry, but she refused to eat or sleep. Instead she straightened herself, head held high, determined not to let them break her spirit. Elsa could do nothing but relish in the small amount of time she had gotten to spend with Hans. Realizing, that in that one moment she almost had the chance to experience pure ectasy, almost.

Elsa was brought out of her reverie by a set of light footsteps, a glowing lantern, and lastly a slender figure with strawberry-blonde braids, swaying as she walked. "If you're here to pass judgement, you're too late, they've already done that."

Anna crouched down in front of her sister. "I'm not here to pass judgement, I'm here to understand."

"Understand what?"

"Why you did it, any of this. Why did you attack them?"

Elsa slowly shook her head. "I don't know. I don't know what came over me. But they deserved it, Anna, you should have heard them. So much prejudice. It was like they still hadn't accepted me. They still believe I'm a monster."

"Then you played right into their hands," Anna explained. "You've given them the excuse they've needed to condemn you."

"It doesn't matter. They hate me, you hate me, and after this, the people of Arendelle will hate me. I was duty bound to protect this kingdom, and all I've done is cause destruction."

"Wait, what? No-one hates you. I certainly don't hate you, I never did. I just couldn't accept that you'd fallen for Hans, not after what he did. I mean, it wasn't rational for you to end up having feelings for someone who had caused so much chaos and pain."

"Anna, please I-"

The Princess waved her hand causing her sister to stop mid-sentence. "Please, let me finish. At first I thought perhaps it was just an infatuation, but now I know better. I think I'm starting to believe that maybe I was wrong about him. Maybe he has redeemed himself. After all, you did say he saved your life."

Elsa gazed at her younger sister. "I never thought I would ever see myself loving a man, who hurt you...us, so much. But he really has changed. At first I was simply marrying him, to save you. But the more time I spent with him, the more I realized we had a lot more in common then I first thought. We were like two lost souls destined to be together."

"I guess I can kind of understand that," Anna admitted truthfully

Elsa's eyes drooped sadly. "And now we will be two lost souls, together, forever."

Anna's face contorted in rage. "How can they do this? how can they just order your execution?"

"They have every right. I was out of control, I was a threat."

"Only to their massive egos," Anna retorted. "There has to be something I can do."

"I'm no longer Queen, Anna. They have all the power, the sooner you accept that the better."

"No Elsa, I don't accept it. You're my sister, my own flesh and blood. I can't let you die, I just can't."

"It's okay Anna, it'll be okay," Elsa whispered comfortingly. She glanced upon the wound to her sister's shoulder, feeling unimaginable guilt at hurting her again. Closing her eyes, she gently pressed her hand over the injury and let the ice flow from her, soothing the wound.

"Thank you," Anna said before throwing herself into her sister's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "It's not okay, Elsa. It's not okay. They're going to kill you. Is that what you want, do you want to die?"

"If it means Hans and I can be together, then yes."

With a shuddering sigh, Anna recoiled from her sister. "But what about me, do want me to be alone, again? I've only just got you back. I can't lose you again."

Elsa stroked Anna's tear streaked face. "You'll never be alone. You have Kristoff. You'll get married, have a family. And when the time comes, you'll become Queen, and lead our people to greatness."

But-"

"There is no but Anna, you just do what is expected of you, nothing more."

The young Princess nodded. "Yes Elsa. And don't worry, I'll be there with you, until the end."

No, no, no. "Anna no, you can't be there."

"Why not?" concern evident in the younger Princess' voice.

"Because I don't want you to have to witness something like that."

Anna was insistent as she grabbed her sister's hands "Elsa, I want to be there for you."

Her heart was pounding, her hands clammy, her head spinning. Why is Anna pushing this? "Anna, I will not have you there."

Anna was fighting tears now. "That's... not your... decision to make."

"Please Anna, do this one thing for me. I beg of you."

"But I love you, and-"

"I said no!" So much pent up fury unleashed itself. Ice plastered the walls and floors. A thick blizzard was already forming, and bolts of ice shot uncontrollably from her hands. "You need to go, it's not safe, I'm not safe."

Anna was pleading now. "Elsa, I know you would never hurt me."

Just go Anna! why isn't she leaving? "You're wrong Anna. I did hurt you!"

"Yes, but that was my fault."

"No, when we were kids. I hit you in the head. I caused you to have your memory erased. I'm the reason you spent thirteen years all alone!"

"Elsa?"

"Get out Anna! Get out!"

"Resentment, anger, frustration, all mingled with her own muffled cries as Anna bolted from the room.

Elsa rocked on her knees, as tears began to fall. She refused to sob, though she would have liked to. But that would have shown weakness and in her final hours that was something she refused to do. She wouldn't give anyone the satisfaction of knowing how shattered she was inside.

Phew that was extremely angsty to write. Okay so it seems Elsa and Hans' situations are no better...unless Anna can do something...Come on Anna think...