Warning! Mentions of Elsa wanting to kill herself and some blood, but nothing too serious.

Elsa was laying in her cell. There was only darkness, nothing else, and when she thought she might go insane, Jezebeth always came back to tell her all kinds of painful things. She doesn't know how long she's been there, and with each passing moment, it only became worse. Her cell only got colder, and her powers were gone because of an unknown reason. That's probably Cassandra's fault. Maybe she worked together with her aunt, so they could rob the blonde of her magic and her life. They took everything from her, and Elsa couldn't do anything to stop them.

Nothing was certain, not even the Fifth Spirit herself. She wanted all of this so desperately just to be a dream until her eyes began to water and she cried herself to sleep. Cassandra only laughed at her during these times. The Queen isn't the same person anymore: she's rude, judging, and evil, the perfect villain.

Whenever Elsa thought the nightmare might be over, the two women always came back to remind her of how pathetic she is, and it was driving her crazy. She just wanted to go home to Arendelle and forget everything, and most importantly, perish Cassandra from her mind.

But it wasn't that easy. Every day was just another day of suffering and torture. Jezebeth and Cassandra didn't physically abuse her, no. They manipulated her mind until Elsa believed every lie they have told her until she started to go insane.

It was a game of who can hold out for longer, Elsa or Cassandra and Jezebeth. The two evil women did everything they could to make the blonde lose her mind, but it wasn't that easy as being said. Maybe they broke her, but Elsa is strong. Even when she's locked up in a dark cell, it can't stop her from hoping. Her sister, Anna, will help her; she just needs to find her.

It sounded almost pathetic, even in Elsa's head. No one will find her, and she knew that because even the blonde has no idea of where she is. Probably in the middle of nowhere, at a cursed land where even the strongest one fails to survive. Being a damsel in distress, Elsa slowly accepted her fate. Not like she has another choice.

The blonde sighed to herself — it was another day of suffering. Jezebeth came to her once or twice every day to bring her food and water, just enough to survive, keeping the hostage alive. Of course, it tasted terrible, but it was better than nothing.

It was hard at first; Elsa didn't know what to do all by herself, surrounded by the darkness and the cold air of her cell. They seemed to be her friends now, her only partners in her captivity. The air and the darkness didn't judge her like everyone else, and when she needed to speak to someone, they paid attention to her every word. But each time Cassandra or Jezebeth came to visit, she found out, it's better to be alone than listen to their insults. She often wondered if they'll ever set her free or she'll have to spend the rest of her life alone in captivity.

It reminded her of her childhood, but this situation is much worse. At least she had her powers back then, even is she thought of them as a curse. She's just as lonely as she was during most of her life, and it made her think of terrible things. Darkness surrounded her mind, and the thought of suicide became more appealing with each day. It would be so much easier if she just killed herself because she wouldn't have to deal with the cruelty of the world anymore. But as tempting it was, there's still a slight hope lingering in her heart, a promise of new tomorrow, and a better life outside.

Sometimes she hummed to herself a song or played with her hair. There was nothing else to do, and even if she could have anything to entertain her, nothing can give back the feeling of freedom and love of the people who genuinely care about her. She wondered if Anna is worried about her. Knowing the redhead, she probably is. But does it matter now? It probably doesn't, since they'll never see each other again.

She looked at her hands and those soft, delicate fingers. They weren't so beautiful anymore: her skin was dirty and her hair unwashed, those once pink, kissable lips dry and nails broke. She didn't look like herself anymore, just a mindless, misunderstood creature judged by society.

Her half-lidded eyes slowly closing and opening, she spotted something on the stone wall, a thing she never noticed before. It was a single brick standing out of its place, unique and different, just like Elsa. Her lips curled into a smile at the thought, and her mind wandered about all the happy memories of her past until the rest of her sanity reminded her to stand up and do something.

That brick, that one small object is the key to her freedom, the barrier between life and death, and when the time comes, it'll save her from Jezebeth and Cassandra's claws. As fast as her weakened body allowed her, Elsa surged to the other side of the cell to sit beside the wall, her fingers desperately grasping the brick until she managed to pull it out with the power that's still left within her.

It shouldn't take long until Jezebeth arrives to bring her the daily portion of what the older woman called food, but Elsa often wondered if the thing she gave her is actually edible. If she could feel the taste of chocolate or cake again, she'd throw her life away without hesitation. As depressing as it is, she'd die for anything that reminds her of the past, something that could make her hold on just for a little longer.

When the time came, the bars opened, and Jezebeth came inside with a small tray. Elsa quickly stumbled upon her feet and hid the brick from the older woman's piercing eyes. This is her chance to finally free herself, and she won't let it slip because normally she wouldn't hurt anyone.

Elsa is so fragile, the perfect image of innocence. She never meant to hurt anyone, but Cassandra's aunt is giving her no choice. There's still so much ahead of, and she'd damned if she didn't try to fight for her life.

"Hello, darling!" Jezebeth chirped as she stepped inside, clearly mocking Elsa, but after all those times, it didn't anger the blonde anymore. "How are you doing on this beautiful day? Oh, wait! I forgot you hadn't been outside for two months!"

"T-two months?" The blonde asked, stuttering sheepishly. Has it been so long? Elsa didn't know; she lost track of time the moment she first woke up in this horrible place.

"Don't act like you are stupid! You heard me, Elsa, don't make me repeat myself!" When Jezebeth turned her back to the blonde, Elsa revealed the brick. She took a deep breath, her hands shaking as she stumbled closer, her steps heavy and unsteady. "Besides, it's not like it matters, right? You'll rot in here anyways."

"Over my dead body!" Elsa exclaimed as she focused all the strength that's still left in her into a single strike against Jezebeth's head.

The older woman collapsed onto the ground with a yelp, closely followed by the blonde as she kneeled beside her, repeatedly hitting her head until she was sure Cassandra's aunt wouldn't wake up anytime soon.

She struck again and again, her anger raging as she continued. The sound of stone repeatedly meeting skull made her cringe, but she didn't stop, and the brick in her hand was soon covered with thick, dark red liquid, just like the blonde's fingers. The object fell from her hand as she realized what she has done: Elsa killed Jezebeth with cold blood.

She never thought she would do anything like that in her life, and she immediately regretted it, ashamed of her actions. But what's done is done, and freedom is waiting for her. Her fingers trembled as she stared at them, Elsa couldn't force herself to look away from the dark red liquid covering her skin, but it's time, she must go. She slowly but surely came to her senses and rose to her feet, and within just a moment, she was outside her cell, the holder of endless, painful memories.

The need for physical support was too strong, so she leaned against the nearby wall as she explored the dark place. She found many more cells like hers, but fortunately with no slaves or dead bodies inside. She sighed in relief and continued her journey of finding the exit. There should be no one to hold her back anymore, and she'll be free as a dove in no time.

The cold that repeatedly hit her skin made everything much harder, and Elsa oddly wished to regain her powers. She'll deal with that when she's back in Arendelle.

As she walked, she heard a deep, yet soft voice that made her shiver and not from the cold. She already forgot how it sounds when people talk to her, just a normal conversation. Elsa didn't understand why, but it seemed like the voice was calling for her, asking her to come closer. So Elsa followed it, and it only became more familiar as she went.

Driven by curiosity, the blonde continued to walk as the voice grew louder, and soon she could understand what the person is saying, their yells of anger echoing through the whole place. "Just wait until I'm free, you traitor! I'll smear the wall with you, bitch! Aww, now where did you go? Or perhaps the cat got your tongue? Do you hear me, Jezebeth?! I'll rip your arms off, shove it up to your ass and then feed you to Hecate!"

Could it be...?

A/N:

Surprise :3

Also, poor Elsa. Idk what I would do in her place, probably just die. I feel a bit bad about doing all this stuff to her. Creating Cassandra was a bigass torture for me because her whole life is filled with suffering. I just don't like hurting these babies, but some bad stuff has to happen.