The Ice Behind Bars

Chapter XXXVIV: Do You Wanna Build A Snowman? – Part I

Brandon frowned, "What was he like?"

Aphrodite thought for a moment and bit her lip. "He was…" She trailed off, feeling a bit nervous for some reason as her stomach felt as if it was tied in knots. She lowered her eyes and stared right on the ground, "Handsome… Smart… Intense…" She paused and lifted her eyes to stare right ahead, lost in a trance, "And completely intimidating."

"How did you…" He wanted to ask how she was able to fall in love with someone like King Jamie but he found himself unable to say it.

Aphrodite understood though. She shifted in her seat, wondering how to answer and why was Brandon suddenly so curious about her past life. "Well… He kind of… used to sneak out of the castle at night and just come to me. I would try and shoo him off but he was stubborn. So we used to spend the night together until-" Aphrodite winced, "We fell in love." She shivered at the thought since she very much despised his guts now. "Anna's eyes and his are so alike… They actually remind me so much of him." She said, referring to Anna's eyes.

Brandon furrowed his eyebrows, "And you hate—"

"No!" Aphrodite cut him off, staring at him in surprise. "God, no! I wouldn't hate my daughter, Anna for that at all! In fact she's the reason I can still manage to remember his eyes without having a stroke!" She explained and sighed. "She has his eyes. Yes… But not his heart. Hers is a kind heart of gold and she's not like him at all. She's very caring and loving to everyone. I know Elsa very well, Brandon. You don't need to teach me about my daughter." Aphrodite mistakenly said without even noticing that she switched the names. She rested her chin on top of her hands with her elbows on her knees.

Brandon noticed though. He smiled sympathetically at the oblivious mother, "You mean Anna… Right?"

"What?"

"You said 'Elsa'." He reminded.

"No I didn't. I said 'Anna'!" Aphrodite defended, still not believing.

Brandon shook his head at her with a sad smile, "She's been on your mind isn't she?"

Aphrodite's heart skipped a beat. She turned her head in surprise and stared at Brandon. She was about to keep arguing but the sincere, honest look on his face won this time. She opened her mouth to try and change the subject, but he gave her The Look, that he always had used whenever he knew she was about to lie to him or try to hide something from him.

Aphrodite closed her mouth and frowned at him. Sometimes I really hate you for knowing me best. She sighed in defeat and turned her head sadly away. "Yes…" She whispered, more to herself.

Brandon smiled proudly at his successful attempt to help her not to close off.

"Yes… Elsa and Anna are very kind and caring." He paused for a moment, "Just like their mother." Brandon blurted before thinking while staring tenderly at the woman in front of him.

Aphrodite nearly choked on her own words as she was taken aback. She turned her head to stare at him with wide eyes of surprise. "U-Uh… Y-Yeah… Thank you… Brandon." Her cheeks had a small shade of red.

"Tomato." Brandon suddenly said and pointed at her cheek.

"What!?" Aphrodite asked in confusion, feeling nervous.

"Your cheeks!" Brandon said cheerfully, still pointing at her cheek, "Don't blame me. I learned that from your daughter. I heard Elsa say it to Anna and the others many times before."

Aphrodite glared at him playfully and slapped his hand away, making him laugh. "For all I know you're a tomato yourself!"

Brandon quickly stopped laughing, "N-No I'm not! What makes you s-say that?!" He nervously asked.

"Look at the mirror, Mister. Your face looks like you're about to explode." Aphrodite teased with a smirk as she lifted an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms.

Brandon stood and ran to stand in front of a mirror. He stared at his red face, only for it to become redder. You're busted, buffalo!

"Looks like our buffalo here has someone to his liking!" Aphrodite said teasingly as she stood off bed and walked to his side in front of the mirror. "Who's the lucky girl huh?!" She asked as she wiggled her eyebrows at him, being the totally oblivious Queen she was.

Brandon's eyes widened and he turned to face her, "What!? No! I don't l-like anyone! Come on! Me!? N-No! Who would even ever accept someone like me!?" He started laughing, trying to distract her…or himself from the awkward subject as he backed away from the mirror, "A-And besides…" He suddenly got an idea, "What about YOU!?" He shouted suddenly and pointed a finger right to her face making her jump back.

Aphrodite gasped, "Me!? No way! Are you kidding?! I'm pretty busy most of the time. I don't have time for-"

"Is it Henry the blacksmith?" He asked teasingly with a smirk as he advanced on her.

"What?! No!" She defended, backing away.

"Or Archie! The master archman!" He was coming closer.

"T-That's a very ironic name for his profession." Aphrodite said putting her hands up in defense and chuckled a bit while backing away, now noticing that her footsteps were getting clumsier.

"Or I know!" Brandon shouted and lifted a finger for having an idea. "What… about… TYLER!"

Aphrodite gasped in surprise and she suddenly stumbled backwards, falling down to the floor.

"Oh no!" Brandon ran to the rescue.

Before she could hit the ground, Brandon caught her, "I gotcha!" Brandon said happily but… "Who got me?!" He said before he stumbled on his own feet and—

"Brandon!" Aphrodite knew she was going not only hit the ground but be crushed by a big brute buffalo of a man.

"OOF!" They both fell to the ground with Brandon on top.

After a moment Brandon lifted himself a bit and shook his dizziness away. His eyes widened when he saw who was underneath him. "Oh boy! Are you okay!?" He asked, staring at her grimace, no noticing that he was still on top.

"Ughhh…" She groaned in dizziness. Aphrodite blinked and slowly opened her eyes.

"I-I'm really sorry!" He started stammering and talking fast, "I was just trying to catch you so you wouldn't g-get hurt but I was stupid and I kind of f-fell on you! Haha! Which uh… w-which didn't m-make your fall any better and—" His eyes widened in concern when he suddenly stared down at the woman underneath him who suddenly started laughing gleefully.

"Oh boy, we're a mess…" Aphrodite said as she laughed at herself and the situation she's in.

Okay… She lost her mind! What did you do you crazy man!? You crushed her brains! Brandon thought as her stared down in concern at the poor squished Queen. His concern flew away when he noticed that she was really laughing gleefully.

Was that really Aphrodite? The Silenced Queen? The Stern Leanna? The Tough and Harsh Healer? He had never seen her laugh like this before ever since he knew her.

He knew he was supposed to be concerned but watching her laugh happily like that made his heart beat faster and he couldn't stop himself before he started laughing along. "W-Why are you laughing?" He asked as he chuckled along, not caring why as long as she was happy.

Aphrodite shrugged and giggled, "I don't know… It's just f-funny!"

The two laughed together, still not noticing that they were on top of each other.

The door suddenly. A man was walking forward, "Hey Brandon? Tyler was looking for you and he wanted to— Ohhhhhhhh boy! I think I pretty much interrupted something!" Aiden suddenly stood at the door awkwardly, staring down at the weird scene in front of him.

The two stopped laughing and stared at him with huge eyes.

Awkward silence.

Still awkward silence.

Yup.

Aiden pointed to the door with his thumb, "You know there's a lock right?"

"WHAT!?" Brandon and Aphrodite shouted in unison, their faces red. They quickly stood off clumsily and nervously backing away from each other and standing awkwardly, looking away from each other, not daring to meet each other's eyes. Brandon rubbing the back of his neck and Aphrodite looking around randomly while brushing her arm.

Aiden started backing away to the door to leave, "It's just that it looks like you two were in the middle of something…Private and well haha—"

"What!? Nonono! We j-just fell! And I was trying to catch her! And I just wasn't looking where I was going and he fell on top of me and—" The two talked nervously and quickly at the same time that Aiden wasn't able to understand anything.

"No no! It's alright!" Aiden assured, trying not to laugh, reaching for the door handle, "I'll just go now and leave you two together to… Continue…" he made a shooing motion with his hand, "Carry on! Bye!" and he quickly disappeared behind the door and left.

The two got redder by hearing Aiden's burst of laughter from the other side of the door fading as the young man walked away.

They stood, staring at the door with wide eyes and a very red face. The two groaned in frustration and let their face fall in their hands, trying to hide it from embarrassment and the feeling of humiliation was just indescribable.

She's going to kill me! He thought "I'm sorry… That was…" Brandon started, feeling ashamed for embarrassing the Queen.

"Weird." Brandon said.

"Funny." Aphrodite covered.

Brandon's eyes widened behind his hands and he lifted his face to turn and stare at her, expecting to see a glare but only to witness a sincere soft smile.

"What?" He asked in disbelief.

Aphrodite shook her head in amusement and chuckled, "No really!" She said and walked over to her bed and sat. "It was pretty silly." She said and gave him a reassuring smile.

Brandon couldn't feel any happier. This woman was just perfect despite her anger issues and harshness. She was very kind, funny and sweet on the inside and obviously beautiful. He knew it very well. He understood what those old years with her husband did to her and he would never blame her. He actually admired her bravery and courage. "You're amazing you know that?" He asked before he could stop himself.

Aphrodite's eyes widened and her smile faded. She lowered her head with a sigh, feeling guilty by remembering that she wasn't THAT amazing. What an amazing mother I am… Leaving my own child behind. She thought sadly.

Brandon knew what that sad sigh meant and the sudden change of behavior. She was closing off again so he knew what to do. He sat down next to her, "You know? You have a very funny laugh." He teased.

Aphrodite's gasped in surprise, "No, I. Do. Not!" She glared playfully, placing her hands on her hips.

Brandon glared playfully back and mimicked her posture by putting his own hands on his hips, "Yes. You. Do!" He playfully said, trying to change his voice into a more feminine one.

Aphrodite couldn't help but laugh and Brandon smiled proudly, his chest puffed, beaming with pride for hearing her laugh again. "Well at least you don't snore!" he added.

Aphrodite gasped and punched his chest playfully. Brandon lifted his hands up in defense as he chuckled.

Aphrodite chuckled a bit, shaking her head in amusement, "Well alright, wise guy, you won." She stood off bed and pulled him up with her from his hand, "Now it's getting late and I need to rest and so do you." She started pushing him forward, "Come on! Shoo shoo!" She stopped pushing him only to start waving her hands in a shooing motion to his face.

"Alright, alright!" Brandon said as he laughed, trying to block her waving hands from his face.

Just when he turned to leave, he bumped into someone, "Oh! I'm sorry i—"

"Tyler!" Aphrodite sneered, gritting her teeth. "What are you doing here!?"

Tyler stood at the door, staring at them with a cold poker face. "I think you're here in this fort only to do your job and not play around, am I right your majesty?" He said.

"Tyler don't start this—" Brandon was about to interfere but Tyler cut him off.

"I heard you've been missed at the infirmary lately. Have you been abandoning your duty, your Majesty?"

"Tyler stop…" Brandon warned.

"Is this freak daughter of yours distracting you from your job?"

"Tyler!" Brandon yelled to stop him.

Silence.

Tyler crossed his arms, "Hmph."

"Brandon?"

Brandon turned to Aphrodite's voice and stared at her blank face. He gulped, feeling her hand on his shoulder.

Aphrodite stared right at Tyler, "I think it's about time we put those new daggers of yours to good use."

Arendelle. A mysterious kingdom. Everyone were always able to hear the screams of fear and pain, but no one had ever actually heard the high-pitched innocent laughter of excitement from those deep castle dungeons but their inhabitants… The Prisoners.

"Princess… What the hell are you doing in there?!" Razor asked, wondering what were those sounds the little princess was emitting while she was laughing in glee.

A nine year old little girl with platinum hair sat on the harsh ground of her cellar. She was wearing a ripped, messy and stained old blue dress that covered most of her tiny skinny frame. Her right shoulder and right side of her flat chest was totally bare since her dress in time had started to split apart and wither.

Elsa sat in a small pile of snow, giggling in excitement as she waved her hands around, playing with tiny, sparkling snowflakes. Her wrists were already cuffed but her innocent excitement got the best of her and she was enjoying every moment as she witnessed her beautiful tiny works of hovering snowflakes and a small soft snowfall descending on her. Her cyan eyes sparkled in anticipation and pure awe. And if someone was with her, they would have noticed how her irises actually shone with a pure bright cyan color. She always sneaked time to play with her powers. Especially when her papa was 'Busy with running the kingdom' in day time.

"Are you ready, Anna?!" She whispered to the empty cellar, imagining herself playing with her 'deceased' sister and she was too happy and distracted that she didn't even hear Razor's question. "Do the magic, Elsa! Do the magic!" She whispered again excitedly to herself, trying to mimic her baby sister's voice.

"Alright!... Hang on!" Elsa answered herself… or her imaginary sister, and got up on her feet eagerly but nearly stumbled back to the ground with those heavy chains around her wrists. She ignored it though and steadied herself. She stuck her tongue out to the corner of her mouth as she started conjuring a tiny snowball between her tiny fragile— with the last bit of baby fat— hands. "Ready?..." She asked the empty cellar again and received no real answer, but in her mind, she imagined hearing a 'Yeay, Elsa!'

Elsa giggled in glee again before she threw her hands up, letting go of the snowball as it went all the way to the ceiling and exploded, sending a new and soft beautiful snowfall to descend around the cellar.

Elsa laughed and hopped… or tried to hop in excitement, trying to catch the snowflakes in her hands, even letting her tongue out to try and catch one with it and rattles of the chains accompanying her giggles.

A snowflake landed on her tongue and she felt it's comforting chill, feeling the cold as the snowflake melted on her tongue.

She just loved the cold.

Elsa stared at the snowfall with wide eyes of amazement as her heart beat faster in happiness. She suddenly gasped as an idea hit her.

"Princess?! Are you okay!?" Worried Saja, one of the female prisoners asked.

Elsa quickly turned and ran to her cellar door and knelt in front of the bottom bars so she could be able to say, "Oga!" She called with a whisper.

Oga, the cranky old lady, ignored her and didn't give her an answer.

Elsa frowned, and knew that Oga was always a grumpy o' woman. So she decided to change her partner. "Saja!... Saja!" Elsa called with a whisper again.

Saja quickly went to her cellar bars and tried to look at the princess but was barely able to see anything, though she answered anyway, "Princess are you alright?! Are you in pain again!?" She asked worriedly.

"No no no! I'm okay!" Elsa lied anyway and was too busy and excited, thinking about her idea.

"What's wrong?" Saja asked, concern in her voice.

Elsa giggled a bit while placing her hands over her mouth, feeling her heart was about to burst out in eagerness. She leaned back down to the bars, took a deep breath, "Saja… Do you wanna build a snowman?"

Elsa suddenly whimpered in her sleep, stirring a bit.

Anna, who was laying right next to her unknowingly big sister shot up in a sitting position and looked around for a bit, spooked, before she realized that the whimpering was coming from Elsa.

Anna's eyes grew wide with worry, "Elsa?... Elsa!" She moved her hand to shake her but quickly retreated it, remembering the touching issues. She quickly turned to look at a sleeping Rapunzel at the end of the room who was sleeping on a chair with her cheek on her hand and her elbow on the chair handle, drool coming out of her mouth.

"Rapunzel!" She called with a whisper.

No answer.

"Rapunzeeelll!" She called again quietly.

A snore then a mumble.

Anna frowned.

A pillow.

"Oof!"

Those things always work.

Rapunzel received a pillow right in her face, bolting her out of her sleep, nearly making her fall backwards with the chair. She looked around at first, not realizing who was her attacker.

"PSST! Hey!... Over here, doofus!" Anna called again, waving with her hand.

Rapunzel frowned. "Why did you do that!?" She asked, still a bit drowsy from sleep and not noticing Elsa's whimpering.

"It's Elsa!" Anna said with an utter concerned look on her face before she turned to the pale blonde next to her, "Something is wrong!"

Rapunzel quickly ran to the sisters' side. She exchanged a worried look with Anna, not knowing what's really going on with Elsa or how to sooth her panicking young sister.

"Uh… A-A snowman?... Princess?" Saja asked, confused, wondering what the princess was talking about and how the hell she could even build a snow man deep underground in the dungeons where there was no sign of nature life, yet alone some snow.

"Yes!" Elsa replied happily and nodded her head.

"Uhm…" Saja scratched her head and exchanged weird and confused looks with the other prisoners who gave her a shrug. "I-I think I'll pass, Princess."

Elsa frowned. "How about you, Razor?!" She asked happily again.

Razor was lying lazily on the ground and was falling asleep, "I prefer sleeping my pain off, Little Lady."

Elsa pouted angrily, "Does anyone wanna build a snowman with me?" She asked happily again.

Silence. A bit of awkward coughing.

Elsa's shoulders slumped, "Fine… I'll build a snowman myself." She said childishly with an angry pout.

She suddenly smiled again and turned to go back to the middle of the cellar, but before she could get up. "Oh!" She quickly turned to the door and knelt again, "Hey Razor?..." She called.

"Yeah, Little Lady?" He replied lazily, his arm over his eyes.

"What's a razor?" Elsa asked in curiosity.

"It's a type of knife, Princess." Razor replied… as always, whenever Elsa had asked a question like this, since she'd been doing this for years now.

"Why did your Papa and Mama call you Razor, Razor?" Elsa asked again with her innocent voice.

Razor sighed. God help me. "Why did your parents call you Elsa, Little Lady?"

Elsa thought for a moment… "Fair enough." She said before she turned to the pile of snow she conjured earlier so she could start building her snowman.

She ran to it but stumbled from the chains and fell to the ground, yet she kept laughing as if nothing had happened, got back up on her feet quickly and continued her way excitedly towards the snow.

She started building her snowman while having a radiant smile on her face.

"Hey Razor?" Elsa called again, trying to form a big ball with the pile of snow around, using her bare hands instead of her powers.

Razor gave up. She isn't going to let me sleep. He sighed heavily and sat up then leaned his back on the wall as he rubbed the pain from the back of his neck. "Yes?..." A deep tired sigh then, "Princess?"

Saja shook her head in amusement as she snickered at the poor man who was being tormented by a tiny little girl. The others doing the same.

"What's a shit-head?" Elsa suddenly blurted, still focusing on her snowman.

Everyone's eyes widened. "Princess, where did you hear that?!" Saja asked skeptically.

"I always hear Razor calling Mad that." Elsa replied, oblivious to the very bad meaning of the word.

Saja turned her head at Razor and gave him a scolding glare and Razor mouthed a 'What!?' with a shrug but Saja rolled her eyes.

"Aren't ye going t' answer that, ye big moose?" Oga called as she laughed mockingly at him.

Razor scratched his beard nervously, "Uhh…" He swallowed, thinking about how to explain it to the little girl. "It's just a type of deer, Little Lady." He lied, trying to save himself.

Some of the prisoners stifled a laugh and some shook their head in amusement, while Saja facepalmed and Oga burst out in loud laughter.

Elsa stopped for a moment and turned her head to the cellar door as if addressing Razor. "What's a deer?"

Oh god! She won't stop! Razor thought. "It's a horse with two wooden sticks stuck to his head." He answered quickly, sending even more fits of laughter around the prisoners.

Elsa gasped in awe and stared off into space, trying to wonder what a 'shit-head'… or a horse with two wooden sticks would have looked like. "Waw…" She said in amazement.

Elsa then quickly went back on building a snowman. When she finished, "Olaf!" She called out for everyone to hear and hugged the snowman. She gasped, "No wait!" She quickly let go of the snowman and looked around quickly, "You need eyes and buttons!"

Elsa turned and started looking around. She found some rocks scattered around the ground from the ritual that Mad had used, claiming that he would remove her powers. She flinched a bit at the sight of them, remembering how painful this useless ritual was. She gulped nervously before she slowly approached the rocks. She looked around awkwardly, feeling a bit scared before she quickly gathered as much rocks and tiny stones as she could and scurried back to Olaf's side, giggling excitedly at her success and making sure that she wouldn't stumble again with the chains.

She spread the rocks in front of her and knelt in front of Olaf. "Let's see…." She said and tapped her finger on her chin while sticking her tongue out at the corner of her mouth. "Eyes…" She grabbed two stones and placed them on Olaf's face, "Buttons…" She grabbed three small rocks and placed them one under the other on Olaf's chest. She then drew a smile on Olaf's face using tiny stones.

"And... A nose!" She looked around with a radiant smile trying to find an actual carrot, forgetting that she was actually in a cellar and not out in the open snow, playing around with her sister. Elsa's smile faded and turned into a disappointed and sad one when the realization came. She turned back at the Half Olaf and smiled apologetically at him.

She placed a hand on his cold cheek. "Well, Olaf… Looks like you'll have to wait a little more before you can get your nose." She leaned forward and hugged the snowman to comfort him. "I promise, Olaf… When Papa fix me and allow me to leave here, I'll give you a nose." She broke the hug and smiled widely at the snowman, "The biggest nose ever!" She said cheerfully, spreading her arms apart to show how big the nose she would give him would be. She hugged the snowman in a tight hug again and whispered, "I love you, Olaf… You're my best friend."

When she received nothing but silence from the snowman, her smile faded and she slowly lowered her arms back to her side, sending sounds of rattling chains as she did. She turned her back to Olaf, brought her legs to her chest and rested her chin on top, wrapping her arms around them. "Razor?... What's a cuff?"

Razor's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Uhm… A cuff?... It's uh…" Around your wrists. He didn't dare say and only thought about it.

"Papa loves me!... He said he's going to give me new cuffs for my birthday!" Elsa said happily, staring right at the door as If she was addressing Razor.

The prisoners felt remorseful and utterly sad for the poor oblivious little girl.

God… Saja thought as she shook her head sadly and rested her forehead on the bars.

Razor didn't know how to answer. He rubbed his temples and sighed, "Just… How about we keep it a… s-surprise, Little Lady." He succeeded in avoiding to answer. "Wouldn't that be better?" He tried to keep his shaking voice happy and cheerful for the poor girl, struggling to fight off a big sorrowful lump in his throat.

"Okay!" Elsa answered happily, feeling eager to know what her present was.

Cruelty. Injustice. Wrong. He knew what all those were. But this was beyond cruel or unfair. He may have been a criminal, who had killed and stole, but this proportion of cruelty and inhumanity drove him to his very edge. A few tears fell and he quickly brushed them angrily away.

Saja noticed him, "You don't need to hide it you know… We all already gave off our share of tears about this… You're not the only one."

Razor rolled his eyes and turned his back to her and leaned back to the bars, trying to ignore Saja's words.

"Razor?..." Elsa called again… Wondering.

"Y-Yes?... Princess?" Razor replied.

"What's a whore?" Elsa suddenly blurted, looking down at her tiny, dirt covered toes.

Everyone's eyes widened and they all exchanged worried and confused looks.

"Why would you even wanna know that, Elsa?" Razor asked worriedly, actually using her real name this time.

Elsa bit her lip. "Papa… He calls me that all the time." A pause. "What does it mean?"

Razor couldn't hold it anymore. He accidently let out a sob of despair and quickly closed his mouth.

Elsa heard the sounds of sorrow. Her eyes widened a bit and she quickly scurried to the door and knelt to the bars below. "Razor!? Are you okay?"

And that only made him sob more. An innocent little girl, who was called with such horrible things but her name, who was treated like a savage beast, was asking him in concern if he was alright… If HE, a criminal, was okay.

"The big moose just isn't feelin' well, sweethear'." Oga finally and surprisingly soothingly said… The very cold and rude Oga.

"Did I say something wrong?" Elsa asked, feeling a bit guilty.

"No no, not at all, Princess!" Saja assured her.

"So… Is whore a good thing?!" Elsa asked happily, "Should I call myself—"

"No, princess! You shouldn't call yourself that at all and you are NOT a… w-whore." Razor finally shouted.

Elsa cowered a bit behind the door.

Silence covered the room like bed sheets.

Razor realized how harsh his voice was. He sighed regretfully and remorsefully. "You shouldn't call yourself that, Little Lady… It's a bad thing… a very bad thing that you aren't at all."

Elsa's shoulder slumped and she slowly lowered her head, "Oh…" More shame. More indignity.

Razor opened his mouth to speak and comfort the distressed princess before the dungeon door suddenly opened.

Chaos of stress, fear and panic erupted inside every living being in the dungeon and mostly of a small pale blonde living being.

Elsa's eyes widened and she quickly turned and ran to try and get rid of Olaf before her father could see that she used her powers. No no no! Her breath quickened as her heart beat faster. She lifted her tiny hands to try and see if she could thaw the snowman, but in her panic, the snow only doubled around her and ice started to form on the walls. NO NO! Go away! Go away! Come on!... Come on! With trembling hands, she begged the snowman and the ice to simply melt and vanish but nothing worked, and her fear and panic grew. Horrific sounds of cracking ice grew.

"It's those damn sounds again!" Razor whispered.

"And the c-cold!" Another prisoner whispered in reply, hugging himself for warmth.

"It's because his heart is as cold as ice." Saja calmly said, referring to the king.

The door opened. The mighty king of Arendelle appeared, followed by the clumsy Mad. They walked towards their favorite door: Elsa's cellar door. Their footsteps sending Elsa shivers.

She tried and tried and tried, but the ice only grew and thickened. Tears started coming down her cheeks, just imagining what was going to happen to her when her Papa would find out. But she wasn't going to give up now. The Devil was still five meters away.

As they passed, the king calmly and elegantly while Mad clumsily and unsteadily, Razor grabbed hold of Mad and pulled him to the bars, wrapping an arm around Mad's throat, "Release her!... NOW!" Razor yelled right to the king who simply stopped, calmly turned around, his hands still folded neatly behind his back, his face betraying any sigh of fear or worry.

"Or what, Sir?" King Jamie asked with a calm smile.

Razor started choking Mad by squeezing his arm harder around the old man's throat. "Or I'll crush that rat's bones right here, right now and make you watch as his eyes explode… Wouldn't that be nice, your Majesty?" Razor asked with a smirk while Mad flailed his hands and legs trying to get out of the angry Razor's grip.

The king smile fell. He stared at the scene in front of him, up and down, still his in his straight and graceful posture.

Razor stared right into the demon's silvery eyes and squeezed Mad's throat more to show that he wasn't joking about the matter at all.

The king suddenly burst out laughing loudly.

Razor's grip slackened a bit in his shock. What the…?

"Y-You think he's the only necromancer around these parts?!" Jamie asked mockingly in disbelief. "If you kill him, you're doing me a favor. I would bring a better necromancer than this old rat here." Jamie said with a smirk as he crossed his arms.

Razor tried to glare as much as he could and stay strong.

"On second thought…" Jamie started mockingly, "You can kill him. I need a new necromancer to help me get rid of… that beast's ferocity in there." He said with a disgusted look and rolled his eyes.

Razor's breath shook before he finally let go of Mad, who collapsed to the floor choking and wheezing for air.

The King's smile grew, knowing he was successful. "Come now, Mad… We have work to do. As for you…" The king looked over at Razor.

"You will receive your own punishment for trying to teach me how to raise my own daughter—"

"What!?"

"And I WILL teach that monster a lesson for making a plan of escape with you!" Jamie said and turned to stomp his way to Elsa's cellar.

"NO! This is unfair! You are delusional! You're a damn demon! Leave her alone! Do you hear me!? If you dare touch her I'll kill you!... KILL YOU!"

But the king of Arendelle was deaf.

Suddenly Razor realized that he created a chaos for the little princess. He didn't just intimidate the king and made trouble, but he also involved her in it by commanding his own king to set her free. What happens when a prisoner tries to take over a monarch's authority?

Anger and Disgrace.