Sorry I'm late with this. I actually had this chapter done on Friday, but couldn't find time to upload it until now. I'm going to be honest though. this chapter is not going to be liked by 90 percent of the readers. I thought it was a good idea, but I'm pretty sure that all of you guys are going to be after my blood. While you are reading this I'm going to barricade myself behind a wall.

TPFR- Yeah, in no simple terms, everyone is in trouble. the question is how are they going to get out of it. Also, read this chapter and then define worse. As for the cover, take your time and don't worry about it much. Just do it when you can. Also, can you clarify how you are confused. If the underlines I use for scene breaks are confusing, then I will try and change that next chapter. Sorry to confuse you.

JFK- No probably not. They hated him then and they would probably hate him now. but who knows, maybe someone will be sympathetic towards Anna and help her escape. But knowing Anna, she would force that person to help get Ranger out because they're family.

WindressQueen- Do what? Make a story with a lot of twists and turns that readers like you enjoy? well the answer is simple. You readers motivate me to make a great story. Thank you.

Ranger groaned as he was shoved onto the floor of the cell, landing hard on the gravel covered ground, his bound and shackled hands bound behind his back and his legs tied together, preventing him from being able to get up of the ground, not that the beating he received would let him get up.

Seriously, he was already shot and freezing from being in the ice cold water for the majority of the voyage back here, but he supposed that he shouldn't have been surprised, given that beating him always brought a smile to his fathers face. Guess he just wanted to do it for old times sake. He was going to kill the old man a soon as he got out of this cell.

With a grunt, Ranger rolled on his back, being treated to the sight of Anna being shoved in the cell as well. Her shoulder still looked dislocated, making the experience even more painful he supposed. Her face still showed the massive discomfort and it seemed that no one was even remotely sympathetic for her. She was shoved on her knees and before anyone could make a sound or even yell at about their mistreatment, the man who escorted them in slammed the door shut behind them and walked off.

Anna turned around, despite the clear pain on her shoulder, going to the cell door and began screaming "hey! Is anyone out there!" her voice was loud and shrill, it wouldn't have surprised Ranger if there was a vein popping out of her forehead red face and all. "You have no right to keep us locked up in here! I demand that I speak to whoever is in charge here! I am he princess of Arendelle and I will not be treated like this!"

Wow was she actually playing the princess card? Sure she could, technically because she was a princess and she really didn't have any reason to be here because Marco was keeping her unlawfully. Not that he cared; he was going to use Anna in any way he could jut to spite Ranger. That mans cruelty had no boundaries as far as Ranger was concerned. He just wished that Anna wasn't apart of this. This grudge was about him and Marco. Marco had though he had killed Ranger when he stabbed him and left him to die all those years ago, but now that he knew his son was still alive, Marco would stop at nothing to make sure Ranger suffered more than he every had before. Ranger didn't care about what Marco did to him; there wasn't much he could do to Ranger that he hadn't already. He was just worried about what the man would do to Anna.

Ranger managed to sit up, despite his sore shoulder and numbness in his legs "Anna! They're not going to listen to you, trust me, I know. I tried." His words fell on deaf ears and Anna just continued to scream.

Ranger shook his head, wondering why he thought that would work. Anna wasn't one to give up, even if she had to go on for hours. It was as if her stubbornness and determination were a power all its own.

After almost ten minutes, Anna finally seemed to get through to someone, only that someone wasn't who Ranger wished it would be. Marco appeared in front of her, annoyance clear on his face, his scowl so deep that it felt like a hole straight into hell. He grabbed Anna by the chin, pulling her uncomfortably against the cell bars. Anna flinched, feeling Marcos breath on her face. It was hot and stale, and it sent shivers of terror down her spine as she looked into his remorseless grey eyes. "I would be more careful, princess." He said, his voice "you shouldn't be so loud if you don't want to attract the wrong attention"

Anna just looked at him, before sticking her tongue out making Marco chuckle darkly. "You know princess. I haven't quite repaid you for what you did to me earlier…"

Anna and Rangers eyes widened and before Anna could even protest, Marco slammed his face into Anna's, knocking her out. Anna slumped to the cells floor, while Marco opened the door and pulled her out, before looking at his son.

Ranger was staring at his father, a look of horror on his face he struggled to stand, but found himself unable to. His legs were still tied and they were numb, preventing him from being able to stand. But he could let Marco touch Anna. He couldn't let him take away Anna's innocence… assuming Kristoff hadn't so to speak.

Marco laughed as he picked Anna up and slung her over his shoulder, before closing the cell door and walking away, laughing as he went along the hall.

Ranger found himself unable to speak as he stared blankly at the cell door, unable to even breath as the image of his father dragging Anna away burned in his brain. His face then twisted into a snarl and he felt flames lick his body, but it wasn't enough, he was still cold and he wasn't able to get through the shackles. "I'll kill you…" he whispered, dreading what Marco would do to Anna.

Marco took Anna to an empty room, where he lied her down on a table, before stepping back, looking at Anna's young face. It was… quite beautiful, covered in freckles. Her hair was a nice shade of red. Her lips… his eyes traced down to her lips. They were soft and pink.

When he had grabbed Anna that night, he couldn't help but notice her beauty. Even sleeping she had a very attractive face and a… beautiful figure. Despite his reservations about his son, he could understand why his son was attracted to her, or so he had thought. Regardless she was beautiful.

Marco's thoughts drifted to his wife…

She was dead… she had died about 5 years ago, much to his sadness. She had died so young, despite promising that they would grow old together. Naturally he blamed his son for this as if that monster had never been born, then his wife would still be alive. She had died a bitter woman, forever changed by the fact she had given birth to a monster. He saw it in her eyes. They were lifeless and dull, and she kept scratching and cutting herself, screaming in her sleep as if Luka was tormenting her night after night.

Until the night she took her own life. At that moment, Marco realized that there was no good in the world, only monsters. As he held his wife's lifeless body he burned with vengeance, wishing that he could have punished Luka more and more, damning his soul to hell.

Marco ran a hand down Anna's dislocated arm, his other hand gently stroking her cheek. She was too beautiful to be wasted on a demon like Luka. Marco drooped his head, gently hovering over Anna, his lips inches from hers. However a wicked thought crossed his mind and he pulled back, a smile working it's way on his face.

"No… I have something better planned for you." he chuckled before walking out of the room.

Marco went to his fathers private office, still untouched, given that his father was dead and Marco felt it would be disrespectful of him to enter the office unless absolutely necessary. Given what he had in mind for the young princess, he felt that it would be quite necessary. Luka might be able to be coerced under the right threat, but this felt so much sweeter and crueler to do. It was quite tidy, filled with a desk and a bookcase filled not with books, but torture devices that he liked to look at whenever he wasn't using them on his prisoners. But only known to him and Marco, there was a new recent addition in the desk, one that could be quite the useful little device on Luka

He went to the desk and opened a desk drawer and grabbed a small vial filled with a liquid that his father had acquired from a trader in the north. They had used it on some prisoners before, and it had worked rather well. But now it was time to use it on Luka… or rather use it again. With a smile, Marco pocketed the vial and exited the room.

Ranger sat in his cell, tears leaking down his face. Anna had been gone for nearly a half an hour, dreading when Marco returned with her, broken and beaten, possibly… he shuddered, knowing that Marco could easily do it just to spite Ranger. He wasn't sure what happened to his mother or if she would even care what Marco did to another woman, but still, it would be vile no matter what happened.

But why? Why did Marco have to go that far… over him? He could have just easily let he go now that Ranger was captured; Anna wasn't of any use to him now; she could have just found a way to Arendelle and help Elsa raise the twins.

His eyes widened. Luka, Elise. He missed them. A fire suddenly sparked with him and he felt fire surging throughout his body. Elsa. She was back home in Arendelle, with the twins, unaware of the horror that Anna was potentially going through. Elsa would never forgive him if Anna was harmed and yet here he was simply waiting for Marco to return. Well, his body was still cold and perhaps it was also the fact that the od fear of being in jail was getting to him, but now? He was a grown adult and he would have no trouble escaping. He just had to get to Anna first.

He heated up, the warmth spreading across his body. He needed to get out of here. He felt the fire in his hands, heating the iron shackles. Just a few more seconds…

Suddenly he heard footsteps and he lost his concentration, stopping him from being able to escape. He growled. He was so close, just a few more seconds.

Marco appeared in front of him, a smile on his face, swinging keys on his hands "hello demon… have you enjoyed our accommodations" he asked sarcastically.

Ranger just looked at his father, a blank look on his face, not even bothering to respond to that absurd question. What was his father expecting him to say? it was rather obvious wasn't it? Besides he wasn't going to give the old man the satisfaction of hearing an appropriate response and instead responded with a question of his own "where is Anna?" he growled, his eyes flashing dangerously. Morality be damned, he was going to kill Marco as soon as he mentioned one sick detail about what he did to Anna.

Marco chuckled darkly, rubbing his chin mockingly "oh don't worry about the girl Ranger. She is fine I wouldn't bother sullying my hands on a women like her. Cute, but you know, she associates with people like you, so I couldn't bare that disgust and shame." He said to the captive young man.

Despite Ranger hating his father and not believing that the man had any semblance of morals given his past treatment, was glad that there was no harm to Anna, at least at the moment. still he wasn't sure what could happen to her later or if someone else had his dirty hands all over Anna, or worse their. He shuddered lightly, disgusted at that idea.

Ranger just continued to sit there glaring at his father, wishing he could at least move, but his body was still numb and he wasn't strong enough yet. Marco then opened up the door to his cell, walking inside, before he stood over Ranger, leering over him like Judas used to.

Ranger was used to this look, this was the look that Marco used to give him before he beat him when he was a child. It seemed to Ranger that Marco was about to get ready for it again.

None to his surprise, Marco suddenly kicked Ranger to the ground, and for good measure, stomped on his chest hard. Ranger gasped feeling his rib break. Yep, Marco still knew how to deliver pain. However Ranger wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing him scream, so he clamped his mouth shut and breathed through the pain. He wouldn't cry. He just wouldn't cry. Not in front of his father. He wasn't that same weak little boy again. He wouldn't show Marco that side of him ever again.

Marco it seemed noticed this and stepped back crossing his arms as he glanced down at Ranger "you don't scream anymore… shame, I used to love hearing it." he said, before reaching into his pocket. Je pulled out the same vile from before shaking it slightly, before glancing down at Ranger. "Do you know what this is?" he asked Ranger.

Ranger looked at the vial in Marcos hands, not sure what to make of it. It was just a vile filled with a clear looking liquid. It could really be mistaken for anything really. So why did he suddenly have a gut feeling settling in the pit of his stomach?

Marco just smirked wider, before glancing at the bottle again. "no I guess you wouldn't, Ranger given your lack of a life. You see, this vial is filled with a rather remarkable little potion. Your grandfather bartered it off of a little witch he met in the north"

Ranger grimaced the north. The north was where he had fled to following his exile. When had his grandfather made his way up there? Regardless he didn't have much time to think about it, because Marco continued to talk.

"When I first heard about what this was, even I couldn't believe it. Said it was some sort of potion that could affect the drinker in ways that I could never have imagined. But that's the boring part. You see…" he pulled a crystal from his pocket. It was a white gem that match the color of the vile perfectly. It seemed to glow even. It was almost mesmerizing.

The pit continued to grow in Rangers stomach. He wasn't sure exactly where his father was going with this, but something told him that he wasn't going to like it at all.

"This crystal and potion… they are used in conjunction with one another. Without one, the other is useless. But I would rather you just sit back and relax while I enjoy the show." he said

Ranger bit his lip a frown making his way on his face. But before he could even attempt to try and escape, Marco kicked him in the face, disorienting him long enough for Marco to grab his face and force his mouth open, shoving the vial down his throat. A burning sensation filled Rangers mouth and throat, making him want to cough and sputter. Unfortunately he couldn't spit it out because Marco grabbed his nose, forcing the liquid to go down his throat.

A nauseous sensation suddenly overcame him, a strange and familiar sensation. He had felt it before back in Corona. When he had drank the Coronan wine just before…

Ranger's eyes widened, but before he could attempt to break free, his mind became blank and he felt himself being pulled into unconsciousness.

When Ranger awoke, the first thing that he noticed was that his head was pounding. It felt like he had been drinking a large amount of alcohol in his system. And yet, something else felt so wrong about this. He knew he hadn't had anything to drink; he only ever drank at parties and he knew that the only party that he had been to recently was in Corona, which was weeks ago. After that fiasco, he opted never to drink again, given that he had killed Vidar and wasn't sure why. So how did he end up in this situation again? His memory was fuzzy. He let out a groan, attempting to get a feel for his surroundings.

The first thing he noticed was that he was lying facedown on the ground, which by the feel of it was gravel, meaning that he was still in his cell. So what did Marco do to him? He didn't feel sore at all or beaten in anyway; he had grown used to the feeling so he knew exactly what it felt like waking up after Marco beat him. Instead he just felt relatively exhausted, like he had just been through an intense marathon.

The second thing that he noticed was that his body felt lighter and warmer. Clearly some time had past since he fell unconscious, so it was likely that he had warmed up since then.

With a deep sigh, Ranger opened his eyes, only to be greeted by the ceiling of his cell. He then sat up and looked down at his lap. The next moment he gasped, realizing that he was stark naked, he glanced around, seeing his underwear and he quickly put them on, shocked at his unclothed appearance.

"What happened?" he whispered.

A sniffle broke his thoughts. Ranger turned around, his jaw dropping in shock. In front of him was… Anna. Only she didn't look so good. Her shoulder seemed to have been relocated, but it was like the rest of her took a beating. Her arms were covered in deep bruises, with a small cut on her cheek. Her hair was free of its pigtails but looked wild, rather than tame. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, her free hair doing little to hide it.

But that wasn't the worst part. Her cloths were ripped, scattered all over the floor, torn in many places, looking like it was barely being held together. She was using her skirt as a blanket as if using it to hide something. Her arms were wrapped around her chest, her legs pressed to her arms.

Ranger took a step towards her, reaching out towards her. "Anna"

This had an unexpected result. Anna looked up, noticing him approaching… and shrieked in terror "NO! Stay away from me!" she roared, crawling as far away from him until she reached the wall, horror etched all over her face. That was when Ranger realized, that without her arms and legs hiding it, her body was just as unclothed as his was, her breasts and nether regions exposed to the world. Ranger blushed, but found himself unable to look away. Not because he was stunned at Anna's beauty, but by the fact her chest and legs were just as beat up as her arms were

Ranger stared at her, shocked by her actions "Anna… what happened… who did this to you?"

Anna just pressed herself harder against the wall, looking at Ranger. She opened her mouth and the words that she said shocked Ranger to his core

"You did..."

Ok is there anyone out there that isn't going to be after my blood now? probably not *looks out window to se an angry mob of thousands of angry readers* ok never mind. but before you try and break down the door, please just let me say I hope you can enjoy the remainder of the story and if you want to find me *hears a door break down outside* whops gotta run. if anyone needs me I will be on the run before someone decides to strangle me!

Till then!