A/N: Hey guys! Sorry that this is a short chapter, but I decided to just brush over the stuff that is talked about here because if I go into too much detail, it could trigger someone. This chapter is pretty intense, let me just warn you. TRIGGER WARNING for mentions of almost every kind of abuse (not just physical) and if you have depression, please listen to a happy song after this and eat some avocado. (I really care about you guys, just so you know. This is a symbiotic relationship.) But if you are confident that you can take it, please listen to Human by Krewella. I listened to it while writing this. And just in case, if you can't read this chapter, or finish it, it is perfectly okay to message me and ask me what happens. I want all of you to know this. I will not judge, okay?

Elsa didn't know exactly how long she'd been stuck as Khione's slave. She couldn't see outside, therefore she was unable to see the sun or the moon in order to track days or months passing.

The chains, while she wore them, not only put her powers and actions under Khione's control, but they also gave Khione control over Elsa's aging, so she no longer aged. She supposed that she would be stuck at thirteen forever…

Elsa underwent all sorts of abuse from the snow goddess. She went through physical, verbal and mental abuse. Every day brought only more torture and abuse. Apparently it made Khione drunk with power. Elsa was once again isolated, and she felt like she was going to go mad. She was stuck with only Khione as company, who only made everything a million times worse. Elsa felt trapped. She was trapped. In the belly of the beast.

Nobody but Anna and Bianca remembered and cared about her. Neither of them could help Elsa now though. They couldn't save her. Nobody could save her.

Once inside her room, Elsa would whisper to herself, telling herself lies to give herself strength, thought it rarely worked. She would imagine Anna's face, though the thought of abandoning her sister brought her great pain. But she held on for Anna. Thinking of Nico brought only more pain because he didn't remember her. She'd been erased from his life like a mistake. Perhaps she was. Perhaps it was better this way.

Elsa almost always cried herself to sleep. She couldn't see the bruises, and scars, but she knew that they were there, for she felt the pain the moment she entered the bedroom. It was difficult to fall asleep with the pain she was forced to lay on. She would cry from all of the pain—mental and emotional. Elsa was alone. She had to cope with everything alone. She sometimes even wrapped her arms around herself when she was in bed, trying to comfort herself. It didn't work.

Eventually, Khione brought Elsa in front of Boreas, and warned him not to set her free. She threatened Zethes and Calais when they were made aware of her. Khione made it clear that Elsa was to be treated as an object to do their bidding, and nothing more. And do their bidding was exactly what Elsa was forced to. She was left with deep mental and emotional scars.

Elsa almost preferred it when it was just Khione. Whenever she saw any of the Boreads, she felt sick to her stomach. She kept her eyes fixed to the ground, and her face void of any emotion. Elsa kept her figurative mask on. She couldn't let fear or any other emotion show. That would show weakness and vulnerability.

Sometimes, when Khione was feeling especially cruel, she would force Elsa to see clips from Nico's life without Elsa. His horrible, tragic life… He needed someone in the worse way possible, but he had nobody. Not since Elsa had been taken away. He couldn't even remember her. Elsa felt so much pain when she was forced to see Nico in need of someone. She had to really try in order not to cry for him. She somehow succeeded in not letting anyone see her cry ever.

She began to feel less than human. She was told as much almost every day, anyway. Elsa kept everything on the inside until she got to her bedroom. Some nights, she was deprived of even that. Elsa had never missed her bedroom so much during those nights.

Elsa wanted to bathe in boiling water. She wanted to throw her body in scalding water and wash everything away, especially the memories.

Sometimes Khione froze Elsa's body in the throne room. Elsa wanted to cry with relief when Khione did this. The cold didn't bother her, so it was actually an escape from everything. She was forced to hold one position for a long time, but it was better than almost all of the alternatives.

She began living day to day. Elsa qualified a day as the time between when she was allowed to go to her bedroom and sleep. She held onto her sanity and strength for just the day, let it all out at night, then the next day began, and she held on for the day. The cycle happened countless times.

Elsa walked the lonely circular road many times. Her bedroom was a bench of rest on the long difficult path she trudged along each day.

Besides when her body was frozen in the throne room, and when she was allowed to go to her bedroom to sleep…

The truth was…

Elsa had nothing left.

Nothing to hold on to.

Nothing to hold on for.

Nothing to look forward to.

Nobody.

Nothing.

A/N: If you couldn't finish reading this, or read it at all, or you have questions about anything, do not hesitate to message me. I will NOT judge you.