The Ice Behind Bars
Chapter XLVII : A Birthday Gift
She found herself in the castle's halls.
No… No, no! I can't be here! How did I get here?! Terrified, The Silenced Queen darted her eyes around the familiar walls of the dark castle of Arendelle. She tried her best not to panic. All those walls brought back memories… Painful memories. Her fear blinded her from the fact that everything around her was abnormal.
It was dark and the moon was her only source of light. The halls were unnaturally quiet. The floor was covered in fog so thick, that she couldn't even see her feet. The paintings that were rotated randomly were not only on the wall, but on the ceiling too.
"Mama?"
Aphrodite suddenly heard. It was a familiar voice. A very familiar voice. The voice of her little daughter woke her up from her fright. She slowly lifted her head to look around and focus, "E-El… Elsa?" She called out.
At the end of the hall, at the corner, she saw her. A little tiny girl with platinum hair and a blue dress.
"Elsa!" Aphrodite exclaimed happily.
Elsa smiled softly, her hands behind her back. "Follow me, Mama." Aphrodite didn't care that her daughter's voice was… unnatural… Like that of a ghost.
Elsa then ran quickly through the other hall, giggling.
"Wait!" Aphrodite lifted her hand to try to stop her but it was too late. She started to run and rushed to try and catch up to her. Concern was all over her face. She turned around the corner and realized that Elsa was gone. "Elsa?! Sweetheart, where are you?!"
"Over here, mama!" Elsa's voice called out excitedly.
What's going on?! Aphrodite was utterly confused. But she wanted her daughter. She wanted to stay with her daughter and keep her safe. All that guilt she had? She wanted it out. I don't wanna lose you again! I don't wanna lose you!
"This waaay!" Elsa teasingly encouraged.
Aphrodite followed the voice down the hall, ignoring all the deformed doors on each side. "Elsa! Stop! Wait for me, sweetheart!" She was really worried now.
She saw a glimpse of Elsa's platinum hair disappear behind a room with a huge metal door. When she reached the door, Aphrodite stopped in her tracks to rest a bit. Sweat rushed to meet her skin while she panted heavily, her hands on her knees and her eyes on the floor. "For a girl . . . your age . . . You sure are . . . fast." When she lifted her eyes to look up, they went wide.
The metal door stood there, thick and strong. She knew that such a door could only be there to seal a huge dangerous beast. But why would Elsa get in there then?
"Elsa…?" Aphrodite gulped and slowly opened the door. She had to use most of her strength to just open this big handle. The door creaked so loudly, that Aphrodite had to wince. It sent echoes all over the castle, and the queen could have sworn that the ground shook. "Elsa?" She called out again, seeing nothing but pitch black inside. Her eyes slightly widened when she heard soft sobs and whimpers. "Elsa… it's me, baby, don't be scared."
Then she saw her.
Little Elsa sat there crying at the end of the cellar of cobblestone walls, her knees to her chest and her back to her mum.
"Oh sweetheart, come here." Aphrodite slowly entered the cellar, approaching Elsa cautiously for some reason. On her way, Aphrodite couldn't help but gulp nervously, "Elsa… Sweetheart? Can you turn around and look at your mommy, snowflake?"
But Elsa only let out a sob.
Aphrodite was getting closer and closer… and closer.
BAM!
The queen jumped in her place as the metal door behind her slammed shut.
"E-Elsa…?!" Fear was growing all over her body, but something just kept pulling her towards her daughter without stopping.
Closer… and closer she was getting…
Until…
The queen put her hand on her child's shoulder to turn her around. And when she did…
Aphrodite's eyes widened slightly when she saw that it was none other than her little daughter crying with fear. "Oh baby, it's okay. Shhhh… It's okay." Aphrodite brought Elsa to her chest and hugged her tightly. "I'm here."
Elsa sniffled, "It was so dark, mommy… I was—" She sniffled again, "So scared and alone in here."
In here? Aphrodite hugged Elsa tighter, trying her best to hold back her tears.
"Daddy was mean, mommy!" Elsa cried. "He was very mean."
"I know!... oh trust me I know, baby!" Aphrodite just couldn't help it. The guilt was too big… Enormous even. "I k-know." She rested her cheek on her daughter's platinum hair.
All of a sudden a whisper interrupted the royals' bonding moment. Aphrodite darted her head around the dark cellar, hugging Elsa harder to her chest protectively. "Who's there!?" The queen shouted, trying her best to sound intimidating and confident, knowing that on the inside, she was the exact opposite.
The queen heard more whispers, and it sent shivers down her spine, realizing that the voice was coming from nothing but the walls.
"Mommy, what's going on?" Elsa fearfully asked.
"Shh!" But Aphrodite stopped her. "I said, who's there?!" She shouted.
The voice suddenly multiplied into a cacophony of booming demonic sounds. Low pitch. High pitch. A child. A woman. Shouting men. Crying infant.
Aphrodite tried her best to close her ears, desperately struggling to cradle Elsa against this supernatural ambience. What's happening?! The queen's ears hurt like hell.
Cold! A raspy voice shouted. Scared! Murder! Wrong!
The voices continued to shout in Aphrodite's ears so loud that she couldn't help but grimace and squeeze her eyes tight, trying to endure the pain in her head and ears. "Elsa, stay behind me!" She quickly pushed Elsa behind her, trying to shield her.
No daughter! Guilty! Pain! Careful!
"What do you want!?" Aphrodite shouted to no one.
Rage! Freedom! Death! The cellar shook violently.
Elsa started to scream from the pain in her ears.
"Leave me alone! Leave my daughter alone!" Aphrodite worriedly demanded, keeping her eyes shut.
Not my daughter! Not my daughter! This time it was echoes of Jamie's own voice, albeit it was accompanied by many other tones, almost as if Aphrodite was surrounded by blaring wisps.
Not my daughter! Not my daughter! Not!… your!… daughteeeerr!
"Enouuugh!" Aphrodite screamed at the top of her lungs, and suddenly…
Utter Silence… And darkness.
There was no source of light at all.
Aphrodite could only hear her heavy breathing. She didn't dare open her eyes and see what was happening around her, despite the fact that the room was utterly silent… even her daughter.
Suddenly, a cyan light silently started to grow slowly, hovering midair in the center of the cellar.
Aphrodite started to hear the soft sounds of an aura.
She blinked a bit and slowly opened one eye to inspect her surrounding, but the moment she saw the woman in front of her, her eyes grew wide open.
"What…" Her voice was barely a whisper.
A woman… No… That thing wasn't human. She just didn't know. All she knew was that there was a young, stunning and beautiful woman hovering in front of her like a ghost, surrounded by a blue and white aura that softly illuminated the room. As for the woman, everything about her was white. Her hair, her skin, her glowing eyes. Despite her beauty, her white robe was a mess. Shredded and ripped here and there. Her hair was so long, it reached her legs, and some strands hovered in the air.
When the woman descended and landed gently on the ground, blue roses grew from the cracks of the cobblestones around her feet, blooming beautifully.
"Wha… What are you…?" Aphrodite asked while gazing at the woman in front of her.
The woman stared at the queen with a sad face almost… concerned?
Aphrodite's eyes went wide with horror when she sensed that Elsa wasn't behind her anymore. "Elsa?!" She quickly turned around and searched, but Elsa was gone. "Elsa!" The mother searched like a lunatic. "Where is she?! Where's my daughter!?" She turned back to the woman and yelled at her. "What did you do to her?! Tell me!"
The woman's red lips started to move. You might be cold and harsh outside, but you're only scared and sad inside. Her voice was sweet and smooth as silk, and as soothing to the tongue as chocolate. It was hauntingly pure and it echoed gently around them.
"W... W-What?" Aphrodite was taken aback.
Two daughters you have but one split in two. The woman in white held one finger up. That makes them three, if you only knew.
"You're not making any sen—!"
"Mama!" Elsa's scared voice suddenly shouted.
Aphrodite turned around and saw Elsa right behind her, hiding and tugging at her mother's robe. "Elsa! Where were you!? You got me worried sick!"
"I'm sorry!" Elsa lowered her head in shame, tears forming at the corner of her eyes.
The woman in white glared at the child.
The one you're seeing is not your daughter
Let her roam free, and she'll only slaughter
Aphrodite groaned in irritation and quickly turned around, lifting a finger at the woman. Mama bear mode: Active.
"Listen, you bitch! My daughter's not a murderer! Do you hear me!?" She carelessly yelled. "I don't care what woman or spirit or… a-a pile of smoke you are, so don't you dare accuse my daughter of such a thing!"
The woman only kept glaring at Elsa, and Aphrodite could sense the woman's growing anger.
Tortured, starved, punished by a king! She pointed an accusing finger right at Elsa and yelled : Pain, Misery, Fear she'll bring!
"Why you…" Aphrodite snarled.
The woman looked at the queen with determination. If you don't stop her, she won't hesitate. Then scowled at Elsa. The things she went through she will imitate.
Aphrodite shook her head, "Just stop this! Elsa would never hurt anyone! She's innocent!"
The woman shook her head.
One she was, but now she's two
One full of rage and the other's blue
"One full of rage… other bl—Ah! You're not making any sense, dammit!" Aphrodite yelled in frustration and clenched her fists.
The woman in white's glare turned into a sorrowful face. The roses around the cellar started to wither.
The Blue one cries over every sin
While the other bares a callous grin
Aphrodite's eyes went all wide with shock. Something hard and cold hit her in the back. She was frozen with disbelief. Blood came down from her nose and the corner of her lips. She trembled as she slowly turned her head to look from over her shoulder, all bug-eyed. "El… s-sa…?!"
Aphrodite had a knife impaled in her back, but what shocked her most was that the knife's owner was none other than her little girl, Elsa, who stood behind her squeezing the knife more into her mother's back, a wide sadistic smirk on her face.
Too hollow, too dark, shining eyes will emerge
Too deep, too red, blood is her urge
"W-Why…?" Aphrodite asked in utter disbelief as she stared at her daughter's glowing bloodthirsty cyan eyes.
"Everyone should pay…" Elsa repeated with a maniac smirk, her pin-point iris staring at the blood oozing from her mother's back. "You will allll pay."
She looked like a complete sadistic psychopath. The innocent cyan eyes were no longer present at all. They were transformed into eyes full of hate, anger and insanity.
Tears fell down from Aphrodite's face. Tears of disbelief? Of shock? Of Fear? No.
But of guilt.
What she was seeing was the results of hers and her husband's mistake.
"Everyone." Elsa promised one last time before she pulled the knife violently out of her mother's back, making her collapse to her trembling knees.
Too late you are, and too late you'll be
The woman sadly said. Aphrodite's vision blurred and she started to sway.
Back behind bars, she'll never be free.
Aphrodite's body hit the floor, all limp and cold, her face bare and her hollow eyes wide.
Aphrodite jolted slightly as she woke up. She was sitting on a chair and hunched forward, sleeping on the table with her hands beneath her cheek. Call it Exhaustion and Sleep Deprivation. She sighed and tried to rub the sleep from her eye.
"Bad dream?" A familiar voice said.
Aphrodite nodded tiredly and furrowed her eyebrows, feeling a headache, "Yeah…"
Brandon shook his head in amusement and chuckled slightly as he approached. "No wonder… At least I'm not the one who fell asleep next to a dead body."
Aphrodite's eyes shot wide and she quickly lifted her head and the first thing she met was a dead corpse's bare pale face.
Aphrodite gasped and jolted backwards, "Oh fu—" Falling with her chair on the floor.
Brandon burst out laughing, holding his stomach, "Oh g-god! Are you okay?!" He tried to say through his laughs.
"Ugh!… God dammit…" She groaned in irritation, trying to sit up.
"I just never knew you were a clumsy queen." Brandon teased, lifting an amused eyebrow at her.
Aphrodite finally sat up and glared at him, making him laugh harder. "Oh shut up!" She grabbed a book that had gone flying with her to the floor a moment ago, and threw it straight at Brandon's face.
"I just can't help— OOF!" The book hit Brandon right in the face and it startled him, making him stumble and fall to the ground with a rough thud.
Aphrodite smirked, "Who's the clumsy queen now, huh?!" She snickered.
Brandon lied on his back, the book over his face. "First…" He lifted a finger, "I'm not a queen…" He removed the book off his face and started to sit up, "And second…"
"You're clumsy." Aphrodite cut him off, smirking from ear to ear.
Brandon had his mouth open, and was ready to say something but since she beat him to it, he closed his mouth and rubbed his chin, "True… True…"
Aphrodite giggled, "I'm always right, aren't I?" She pointed proudly at her chest.
"Wellll…" Brandon teasingly said while wincing.
"Oh, shut up, you!" She waved a hand at him.
Brandon and Aphrodite started to laugh together, each one of them enjoying their sincere bonding moment.
After a minute, their laughter subdued.
"So… What was it about?" Brandon asked with a smile.
"What was?" Aphrodite asked confusingly.
"The 'bad dream'?" He made a quotation with his fingers.
Aphrodite's smile fell. Her face changed all of a sudden and became gripped with sadness. She quickly looked away and became reserved again. "It was nothing." She lied, "Just a bad dream."
To herself.
Brandon's smile fell too, sympathizing with the queen. He didn't want to push her so he decided to change the subject.
But she knew better.
"Uhm… Anything came up with the autopsy?" Brandon asked, and regretted the moment he did.
Aphrodite winced and her shoulders lifted at the question, her face now overwhelmed with sadness. "N-No…" She nervously said.
"Aphrodite…" Brandon scooched towards her and sat next to her, putting a hand on her shoulder and leaning down to look at her gloomy eyes. "Please don't lie to me… I know you're scared. But please at least tell me." He gently said and pointed at himself. "I promise I won't tell anyone. Whatever it is." He reassured.
Aphrodite was silent. She thought for a moment and then sighed in defeat. "Brandon…" She lowered her head.
Brandon didn't speak and allowed her to continue.
"I… I-I found… His… I-It's just that…" Aphrodite sighed again and put her hands on her face, not knowing how or where to start.
"It's alright… Go on…" Brandon encourage with a soothing voice.
Aphrodite lifted her head slowly and looked at him with teary red eyes. "Do you remember Dave?"
Brandon nodded.
"Well… I-I… His death… H-He was killed but—..." She looked totally confused, "There was no wound, Brandon. He wasn't stabbed or beaten at all! He wasn't even chocked by someone's hands or with any tool! He just… His heart, Brandon…" Her eyes slowly widened as she remembered the horror she saw.
Brandon was getting worried.
"His heart was… F-Frozen… Slowly from the inside out!" She looked at him with a horrified face. "It was like a crystal, Brandon! A heart-shaped ice cube! Solid ICE!"
Brandon now knew why Aphrodite was so traumatized and was so reserved about telling the results to everyone. "But… that doesn't mean it's—"
"The same way goes for Louis, Brandon!" She cut him off and squeezed his hand. "He died the same exact way! The heart freezes slowly until it stops! Hell, the blood in their veins is FROZEN!" Her tone of voice showed all the sign of anxiety, dismay, and shock.
She let go of his hand and shook her head, "No normal human being can do that, Brandon…" She kept shaking her head, "No normal human being."
Brandon understood what she was implying. But it was time to make her face the awful question. "Do you think it's El—"
"No." Her voice was cold and harsh. He knew she was back to her momma bear mode. "There's no way it was her. Elsa could never do such a horrific thing." She shook her head, "No one is going to believe me…" She said in shocked realization. "What am I gonna do?" She whispered, hugging herself, feeling her anxiety rise. What am I gonna do?!
Brandon saw how Aphrodite was completely lost in her thoughts as she stared at nothing. He couldn't handle seeing Aphrodite so distraught. In front of him was not a confident queen, or an emotionless healer, but only a worried mother. He had always seen her this way. But now, he wanted her to be happy. Especially on this day. The poor woman needed a break so badly after all those years… Especially her children too. And he was going to give it to them no matter what.
He never had a family. Never knew his parents, never had a wife or kids. All he had was this fort. No… he didn't care about that anymore. Now he had them. He raised Anna with Aphrodite anyway, so she's like a daughter to him. As for Elsa, he loved her like no other. Her innocence, her caring heart and her kindness were just something to admire strongly from the princess. He swore that if anyone decided to deprive those three royals—… No… His family… of their happiness, he would do anything to stop them.
"I believe you." He smiled lovingly.
Aphrodite's turned at Brandon with a surprised face. "What…?" Did she hear it right? Or was it just a hallucination? "You do?"
Brandon nodded with a smile. "I do." He paused for a moment and blushed a bit. "I want you to be happy." He put his hand in his pocket, grabbing something. "And since today is your special day…"
Aphrodite's eyes slowly widened in realization.
"Here…" He held up a small box. "Happy birthday."
Aphrodite couldn't help but smile as she brushed away those stuck tears. "How…" She took the box from him. "How did you know it was my birthday?!" She asked in disbelief.
"Well… Let's just say Robin had a big mouth. And he used to talk a lot about you." Brandon winked and leaned back putting in his hands behind him on the floor for support.
"And you listened… carefully." Aphrodite teased.
Brandon was taken aback. His cheeks reddened and he tried to change the subject. "U-Uh how about you open your gift?"
Aphrodite shook her head in amusement. She then proceeded to open the box. When she did… she stopped a sob from escaping by closing her mouth. Tears rushed to meet her cheeks as she stared at a necklace of a small silver sword.
She knew very well to whom this necklace belonged.
Brandon's eyes furrowed. He gulped, feeling nervous after seeing her sad face. "Y-You… You don't like it?" He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling regretful as sweat formed on his forehead.
Aphrodite shook her head.
I thought so. Brandon thought sadly, lowering his head in shame. "I'm sorr—"
"I love it…" Aphrodite whispered.
Brandon turned his head back at her in surprise, "You do!?"
Aphrodite nodded. "It looks exactly like the one Robin had given me when we were kids. But… How?" She looked at Brandon, not knowing how he got it. "I lost the necklace back in the storm with Jamie and the girls when we were trying to run away."
"I know…" Brandon stopped her from continuing since he knew that the subject of that day pierced her heart like a sword through a chest. "I uhm… I-I just asked Jeff to make a new one for you. And I told him that I wanted it exactly like the old one."
Aphrodite awed the necklace. "Can you… Help me put it on?" She asked, a slight blush on her cheeks.
"Sure!" Brandon then took the necklace from her and gently held it up.
She then turned around and lifted her hair.
After putting the necklace around the queen's neck, they both gazed at the necklace happily.
"How… How do I look?" She asked awkwardly.
"Beautiful." Brandon blurted.
Aphrodite blushed hard and giggled. "I don't know what to say..." She started, trying to keep his attention off her red cheeks, "N-No one has ever done something like this for me!"
"I told you I wanted you to be happy didn't I?" Brandon teased.
Aphrodite smiled radiantly at the necklace. She then looked up at Brandon and approached him slowly.
Brandon widened his eyes feeling her so close. He blushed exceedingly and gulped.
Aphrodite then gave him a peck on the cheek and hugged him tightly. "Thank you… Thank you so much!" She whispered.
Brandon was taken aback. If Elsa was here, boy she would have yelled 'Tomato' for a whole year. Brandon blinked and his smile couldn't get any wider. He quickly hugged Aphrodite back tightly.
No… Thank you.
A tear went down his cheek.
Thank you all.
Aiden walked beside Elsa in the village, heading to Bulda.
They both didn't look at each other. Elsa had her eyes on the ground and she was hugging herself again.
As for Aiden, he was a meter and a half away from her side. He definitely didn't want to invade her space and wouldn't want to make her feel unsafe and uncomfortable with him.
He found the silence between them very awkward. So he started thinking of some way to break it.
Elsa on the other hand could feel everyone's piercing fearful and suspicious eyes at her. The villagers all grunted at her and turned away from her, rejecting her presence. No one clearly wanted her around, especially after Dave's incident.
"It's her." She heard someone whisper, his voice full of malice and hate.
Elsa's shoulders lifted and she felt more ashamed. Do they know?! She thought, feeling scared that they might have known her secret about the murder of her mother and sister.
Aiden felt Elsa's anxiety and he smiled sympathetically. "Hey Elsa?"
Elsa quickly lost her focus on the villagers and woke up from her thoughts. He's talking to me! What does he want!? She fearfully thought. She turned her head slowly and nervously to look at Aiden, "Y-Yes?"
"You know… I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun at Bulda's. She's really sweet. You already met her, right?!" He asked happily, trying to distract her and placing his hands behind his neck as he walked. "She even gave you that beautiful blue rose!"
Elsa's face brightened at that, "Yes!" She said excitedly all of a sudden, feeling happy to remember her very first gift from ANYONE really.
"You know, when I was a kid, back when I arrived at the fort, Bulda was the one who took me in and raised me." He revealed while smiling shyly.
Elsa looked at him curiously with a smile, then, "Bulda is a good mama?"
Aiden nodded, "She was very kind and loving to me."
Elsa pursed her lips, thinking, "No papa?"
Aiden's eyes widened a bit and he looked up not wanting to make eye contact, "Not… Not really. My real father, he… He wasn't a kind man." He confessed.
"Oh..." Elsa felt sad for Aiden. Her papa was a very good man though. He had always focused on helping her control her powers and he had spent all his free time training her! For her own sake right? He was a very good papa. She definitely knew that.
"I remember when Bulda used to let me help her out in the gardens?" Aiden continued talking about his childhood with Bulda, trying his best to keep Elsa's spirits up.
Elsa listened and laughed with Aiden until she heard something that distracted her from the conversation.
Aiden continued to talk without noticing that Elsa was preoccupied.
Elsa turned her head when she heard a man yelling. She saw a man, definitely drunk, yelling at a little girl who was probably between 9 to 10 years old.
Elsa's fear and worry started to grow.
"You… useless… child!" The drunk man yelled at his daughter.
"But I already bought you the wine, papa!" The girl explained, a bit of fear in her eyes.
Seeing the little girl, Elsa's stomach turned and her concern hit the sky. Was he going to hurt his own daughter too?! Elsa's heart beat faster.
Kill him.
Elsa's eyes widened and her head quickly darted around to see who dared say this. But there was no one.
No love. No mercy. Kill him.
Elsa gasped and clutched her head, realizing that the voice was coming from inside her mind. A voice so familiar.
Her own voice.
"No…" She whispered to herself. "I don't want to… I-I'm a good girl! Papa wants me to be a good girl!"
Aiden continued to talk and talk, not realizing what was happening.
The man shoved his daughter to the ground with a harsh push, "Get out of here you, brat! And don't you dare come back without my wine!"
The little girl fell to the ground with a yelp.
Why was no one at least helping the girl!?
Elsa's eyes widened. Her heart nearly stopped. Her mind went crazy.
Kill him! Kill him! Let me kill him!
"No! Shut up!" Elsa said to herself, gripping her hair hard and gritting her teeth. She could already feel the sweat running down her forehead and her trembling didn't make things any better.
All of a sudden scenes and images of how her father and Mad used to beat her and hurt her started to roll in her mind like a movie.
Kill him!
The man approached his daughter, "Come on!" He kicked her thigh and the little girl yelped aloud in pain.
Kill them all!
Tyler walked in the halls, following a crazy looking old man. He eyed him from afar with full suspicion and disgust. Dammit, he reeks of crap.
"Why would the king bring something like you to his castle?" Tyler insulted, eyeing Mad up and down.
"Well I am his trusty servant! I help him deal with many things… Including taming some beasts." Mad laughed slyly and rubbed his hands together, licking his lips. "The king will be very satisfied that you found his Snow Witch. She is very dangerous and shouldn't be out in the open to go and roam freely."
"Couldn't agree more." Tyler looked away from Mad, no longer able to stare at such ugliness, so he decided to look around at the paintings on the wall.
For some reason he felt cold. A shiver went down his entire spine as he could have sworn he heard the echoes of a child's scream and a mother's yelp. Did his anxiety to meet the king made him hallucinate? He could almost hear the walls talking... Screaming. He knew those walls held the history of The Silenced Queen of Arendelle and her children. Those walls held the history of this dark castle. They held the agonizing screams of a tortured Snow Queen. But he didn't care. He wanted all those royals out of his fort. Period.
"You are lucky you're still alive." Mad admitted. "It's proof that she hasn't— Ah nevermind."
Tyler gave him a confused and skeptical look. "So…" He started, "What is this Snow Queen to you?"
"A failed experiment." Mad said as if everything was casual.
"An… experiment?" Tyler asked.
"Yes!" Mad happily said, "I did many experiments on her. I've learned many things too."
"Why her?"
"Because all of my other subjects died before the experiments were even complete. But as for her… She survived every single one of them. Fascinating isn't it?"
"Very." Tyler rolled his eyes. This guy is mad. He thought, looking at Mad with disgust. Hence the name.
"Unfortunately, there was one experiment that did fail." Mad revealed, "It even cost me this!" He lifted his right hand and showed Tyler that it was completely torn off. As for his wrist, it was completely frozen. "It doesn't even melt... It's pure solid ice!"
"Poor you." Tyler mocked in a cold voice.
Mad snickered and hid his arm behind his robe. "She would have cost me way more if I hadn't stopped her. But anyway…" mad continued to walk, "You should know that there are two."
"Huh? You're not making any sense." Tyler was confused, "Two what?"
Mad rubbed his chin, thinking, "Hmmm… I don't really know…"
What?! Tyler looked at him with wide eyes. This creep really IS mad!
"Now where was the Majesty's room?" Mad asked himself.
Tyler gulped.
"So that's how I planted my first white rose with Bulda." Aiden finally finished and turned to look at Elsa.
His eyes widened though and he started to panic, seeing no one beside him.
"Elsa!? Elsa!" He started to look around, but there was no trace of her. "Elsa, where did you go!?"
She was just right here! Oh my god! Anna's gonna kill me! What if Elsa gets hurt again!?
All of a sudden he heard a man shriek in desperation.
"What the hell?!" Aiden quickly turned towards where the scream came from.
And the scream was…
"HEEELP!"