This story is dark, evil and fetishy. So beware...! BEWARE!
Doctor Oncapather had been at the service of the royal family for 3 generations. He had attended two funerals and witnessed how two children lost their childhood-and each other- due to a curse that had crippled the eldest. He had never shed a tear, however, or even cared. The tragedies of others did not concern him. He, was a man of science and his dedication to the field had little to do with improving people's lives and more to do with a yearning to understand how it all worked. With the understanding of nature and the human machine, control would come. And control was good.
Arendelle was a small town, but peace had made its inhabitants naive and tame. In other parts of the world, he would have been executed for the things that the practice of science sometimes required him to do. But here, nobody was even looking. Disturbed graves went unnoticed, the disappearance of pets dealt with sad searches and resigned sighs, and the study of substances-in other parts considered witchcraft-was tolerated.
But those advantages were not as important as the position of power he had acquired within Arendelle's chain of command. The King was so concern about the dangers of magic, that it seemed they had forgotten about the danger fellow humans represented. It was amusing just how easy it had been to take control of the army. For a time, the doctor was tempted to explain to the King the enormous risk of his decision just so that he could see his stupid open face grow guarded and concerned.
He had not, of course. The joke wouldn't have been worth the risk. For it was, indeed, a joke. Doctor Oncapather had no interest in politics, nor in monetary power. He wanted to be in control of the army and have the King's ears simply for safety. He, and his queen, could continue to rule their Kingdom in peace, for he had no interest in it whatsoever.
There was one thing he did want and although it was impossible to savor it with the liberty he yearned, it had been made accessible enough: Elsa, the Eldest child, and heir to the throne, was a freak of nature, a human abnormality. It hurt not to understand how she was possible, and for a time, the casual way she did the impossible almost drove him to madness. He had planned to take the child away, and do whatever science demanded to find out how.
But then the King had come to him with a project. Cure my daughter, he had said. And the yearning urge to understand the mechanism behind Elsa's powers mutated into a need to understand how she controlled them. For Elsa was indeed unique. He had never seen nor heard of another like her. Cursed individuals, yes, but born with powers? Able to use them consciously, as opposed to simple traction? Elsa was designed by nature to be what she was. To destroy such a gift...it would have been an aborrehent crime against science.
And so, Doctor Oncapather ceased to be a danger to the royal family once more. He regained control of his mind, and continued to play the role of doctor to the family for another 10 long years. He studied Elsa, taking notes, creating theories that were tested. Some were proved right, others were proved wrong. There had been moments of tension. Some of his proposed experiments were deemed by the Queen to be too "inhumane" to be put into practice .
Doctor Oncapather had been tempted more than a few times to kill her. Every time she gasped in horror and glared at him, the urge to reach out and strangle her had been almost overpowering. But he had managed and remained calm, , pretending that the "outrageous" suggestion was born out of the despair to help poor dangerous Elsa. The King would swallow the facade and defuse the situation on his behalf. After all, who else did they have to try to save their god-forsaken daughter?
Alas, the Queen was eventually removed from his way, along with the King, by the sea. It was his chance to work directly with the girls.
Anna had been easy. He had always invested time on the girl to the point that she called him "uncle" and considered him part of the family. In the weeks following her parent's demise, he put himself at her disposal, pretending to mourn with her, reminiscing about her father and mother, and nodding in sympathy when she ranted about Elsa's absence during the funeral and her adamant refusal to "even open that damn door".
It had been a simple matter of a little push to secure Anna on his side. With the King and the Queen gone, he had declared that it was no longer required to keep the castle gates shut. He never bothered to mention his decision to Elsa, and nobody thought her approval was required. He did mention to Anna that her sister may be upset about it, since the gates were kept closed for her benefit, but that was too bad, wasn't it? It was time, after all, to stop living in fear and embrace life.
Anna would have an important role in the future of Arendelle. She had charisma, and a loving spirit that would enchant the commoners and nobles alike. Even if she wasn't as intelligent as Doctor Oncapather would have preferred, the girl had what was needed to be a great public figure for the kingdom. And he would be right at her side, shielded by the glare of her light.
It was preferable to work with deluded individuals. Physically forcing people into submission was tiresome and unsafe. Better to invest the time and effort into acquiring someone's love and trust instead. Unfortunately, it seemed that manipulation would not be an option with Elsa. It upset Doctor Oncapather to admit it, but he had failed to work that aspect of their relationship properly. On top of other blunders..
It had always been evident that Elsa's parents were not able to properly hide their fear from her, but Doctor Oncapather had never mentioned it because it had not felt important at the time. And as her powers grew stronger, so did their fears and her reluctance to participate in the experiments. It was taking longer each time to convince her, but that wasn't his problem either. The King was willing to force her daughter if it came down to that, and he made it clear to the child whenever she became too stubborn.
"It's for the best, Elsa…" He would said soothingly, ignoring her panicked protests and the sullen glares his own wife leveled at him.
With her incompetent parents out of the way, Doctor Oncapather had hoped that his calm presence and logical explanations would help Elsa to regard her powers in a more positive manner. They were a gift, after all, and not a curse. It was then that he discovered his blunder: the terror imprinted upon the impressionable and undeveloped mind of a child could not be shaken off by the adult mind, no matter how illogical those fears were. All of his arguments fell on deaf ears as Elsa latched to the fear her parents had oozed around her for over a decade….
Truth be told, he had not expected the King to die, and that fact angered him even more. The imbecile had disrupted his plans with his untimely demise. If the King was around to force Elsa to cooperate, there was no need to develop a bond with her. As things stood now, the little bitch resented and distrusted him, and she made that quite clear when he brought up the subject a month or so after her parent's demise.
At the time, she had refused to even open the door. A second time, he was again curtly dismissed. Finally, Doctor Oncapather had been forced to rely on his position of power to demand an audience. As princess, she could not refuse him. In three years, if she became a Queen….But for now, he had the upper hand. Or so he had thought. Elsa, however, had a backbone and that was a bit of a shock. Whenever her parents were present, she was fidgety, eyes locked on the floor. But without them, she stood as straight as an oak, and her eyes were fierce as she regarded him.
"The tests are no longer required." She had declared curtly. "Was there anything else you needed?"
Doctor Oncapather recognized it as a weakness, but opposition enraged him to the brink of madness. Her will and individuality as a person were insignificant and unimportant in the face of her biological singularities. She had no right to deny science, and all he wanted to do in the face of that sullen glare and defiant posturing was grabbing her by the scruff of the neck, and drag her down to his study. Put her in a cage and stuff a cloth in her snout to smother her stupid babbling so that he could work on her in peace.
It seemed his ill intents had shown, because Elsa's face had hardened and she had backed away from him, unfolding her clasped hands. The little bitch had tried to look threatening! It had been an effort not to laugh. A skittish rat baring its teeth at a lion...
"With all due respect, Elsa..." He had said, trying to hold onto the same mask of concerned parental figure that worked so well on Anna. "You need to be aware of how dangerous your powers are. If you refuse to work on acquiring control, then I may require to reveal your secret to the public. They have a right to know the danger that they are exposed to..."
Elsa had not taken the threat kindly. In fact, she had lost her fucking mind, and for what he was certain was the very first time in her life, she had actually screamed, commanding that he was not to pursue the matter any longer, and if he broke his oath of silence and revealed her secret, then she would deny everything. She was to become the Queen of Arendelle. She was in charge, not him. He was but a servant of the crown, and his scandalous declaration would be taken as an act of treason. And that was punishable by death.
In different circumstances, Doctor Oncapather would have called out her bluff. With the exception of a handful of servants, nobody had dealt directly with Elsa for over a decade, while he had been a firm pillar standing at the side of the two respected Kings before her. The army generals were loyal to him, and the Headmasters of the Councils of Commoners and the Council of the Noblemen trusted his judgement.
In the field of politics and earthly powers, Elsa would loose. But behind her lithe body, Doctor Oncapather had witnessed the full extent of her real power. For the sunny autumn afternoon had grown clouded, and the wind howled, almost smothering the crunching sound of the frost spreading across the broad window. The air inside the room had been so cold that it gnawed on the bones...
"I apologize, your highness." He had said in his soothing voice, bowing deeply. "Your father and I were blinded by our urging desire to help you and to keep Arendelle safe. We never took into account your own desires, your own thoughts….And I am ashamed that I forgot my place. I was a friend to your grandfather, and then also to your father...I saw you grow from a baby to the young powerful woman you are today...Please, forgive my blunder."
He could not longer hear the devouring frost, or the howling wind outside. It was still cold, but it no longer hurt. He did not look up, however, as he turned around to leave the room, promising never to pursue the matter again...unless she changed her mind and required his assistance once more.
Elsa did not say another word, nor did she make a move to try to stop him. As he stepped into the corridor, Doctor Oncapather finally turned to look out the window. The sky was already beginning to clear. Never before had she reached passed the enclosing walls of her room. To alter the weather with the ease of a thought! Or with the untamed chaos of her emotions?
One thing was certain. He wasn't dealing with an exceptional human specimen….He was dealing with a goddess.