A/N: Henlo! A quick reminder to stay safe and healthy because you guys are cuties.

There'll be some bigass talking. It might hurt your eyes.

Cassandra stared at Elsa with her grey eyes wide and mouth hanging open, her mind unable to process the information she just heard. They shared so many wonderful memories, and Cass treasured them dearly. When she thought Elsa betrayed her, it felt like the world has ended, leaving the Queen alone to survive. Just her, and only her in the cruelty of a dark and cold place. But now the real Elsa was here, and the truth became more clear. It reignited the great fires of her love like a phoenix rising from its ashes, burning for more.

But it didn't last long. When Elsa refused to save her, it was like the sharpest ice piercing through her already broken heart. Cassandra couldn't process this misery, her lips trembling as she refused to believe the blonde's words. "W-what?" Her words failed her as she asked her former lover. Thousands of thoughts raced through her mind, and all of them questioned Elsa's intentions. Why would she say that? What if she went crazy? What happened to their love?

"You heard me." Elsa gulped as they stared at each other eye to eye. She could smell the tension in the air, filling her lungs with the thick and bitter taste of sadness. "All those years, and you always played the hero, the dashing knight who saves everyone. And yet, you can't even help yourself. You are like a dog, allowing everyone to lead you on a false leash. Just a whistle and you rush to those who called for you like a mindless idiot." After the two months of humiliation, the blonde knew exactly how to hide her emotions. Her face was expressionless, just gazing into Cassandra's endless, no longer loving eyes. And her voice? It was like a stranger, cold, and frigid. "But how many times I called for you and you did not answer? Too many times, Cassandra. You ignored me for months, days, and countless nights. And while we were pretending to be the perfect royal couple, I was crying myself to sleep every night because you were too busy to even look at me. And when you came to lay beside me, you usually refused to touch me, and just went straight to sleep without a word." As she turned her gaze away, her eyes met with a key hanging on the stone wall. Probably the key to Cassandra's freedom. "I tried to love you. Obviously, it didn't work. But how am I supposed to love someone who has no place for such a beautiful thing in their heart?" Her soul was screaming at her to stop, but all rational thoughts left Elsa as she began walking away, leaving the Queen behind like she was a traitress.

But before she could go too far, she heard the raven-haired woman's protesting, her deep voice echoing through the dark, freezing cells. Elsa stopped and allowed herself to stay even if the warrior's words pained her deeply. "Everyone and everything was taken from me. Then tell me, how could you expect me to love you, unconditionally? I may sound like a martyr, but my heart is scarred with wounds that will never heal. Unlike you, I didn't have caring parents when I most needed them, and I had no sister to beg in front of my door every day. I never knew what true love. It was taken from me almost two decades ago when I was just a child, a young, helpless, and innocent girl who did as people asked because she had no other choice. So I became the person others wanted me to be, a heartless machine made to take lives, a ruler and a warrior. And when I finally found the love I always wanted, my work took it from me because, unlike you, I had responsibilities and a kingdom to take care of. You could've come to me to talk about your problems and what you want, but you never did. My door was always open for you, yet you never entered because you are always scared. You went through so many things, Elsa, but there's that dark, lingering force inside your chest that grew with you, a piece that can't be killed or taken by anything." She paused for a moment, probably to take a few breaths, and the blonde continued to listen. "Now tell me, Elsa. Am I the one who needs saving, or is that you?"

Elsa couldn't answer. She desperately wanted to run away, but her legs are too weak now, and there's an indescribable feeling deep within her that's making her stay. "Elsa...I know you are still angry at me. Yeah, I was dumb, and I fucked up, and when I told you not to marry me, I ruined everything we had. But it was a fatal mistake, and I'm willing to start everything over if you'd want that too. A love worth fighting for is hard to find. Some people may never experience it or just don't believe in it because it's so rare, almost impossible. It's like a book with a burning romance tale - passionate and scary, gentle, and pure. I found this love when I met you, and I don't want to let it go."

The Queen was a shuddering mess by this point, but she didn't cry. She let her emotions flow out of her heart, her intentions pure. "When you find something, or I should say someone like this, you would do anything to keep them. You are willing to take your time, wait, talk about things instead of arguing, and compromise. Love doesn't know borders and limits. You'd learn and forgive, and do anything in the world for this person because once they are in your life, you never want to be apart from them. They are your air, and you are their water. One can not exist without either. This is the love that heals and kills you at the same time. It mends your heart and makes you physically ill when your loved one isn't around. I sound stupid, I know. But I love you, Elsa, even though you probably don't feel the same anymore."

With a sigh, Cassandra stopped talking and accepted her fate. Elsa left her for a better life, and even if it was hard to let go of the person she loves the most, the one true love, she must accept and respect her decision. She lowered her gaze and sighed. There's no escape for her, and Jezebeth could return any moment now. She could already hear her aunt's faint steps. Her stomach twisted with each small sound. But when she looked up to see her, it was Elsa coming back with a key in her hand. Cass only noticed the dried blood on Elsa's hand now, but she wholeheartedly hoped it wasn't the Fifth Spirit's.

The blonde woman placed the small object inside the lock and stumbled a little before she could open Cassandra's cell. The Queen watched her every movement as a small sign of hope twinkled in her moon eyes. Elsa approached her and carefully grabbed Cass by her wrists. She opened the handcuffs, and the chains fell onto the ground.

"E-Elsa..." The older woman stuttered. Before she could say anything, the blue-eyed blonde wrapped her arms around her. She pulled her into an embrace as tight as her weak body allowed, and all the tension left Cassandra's body. They stayed like this for a moment that seemed too short, and when they eventually parted, Cass quickly smashed their slightly bruised lips together in a passionate kiss that held all of their love and the promise of a new start.

It was Cassandra who broke the kiss and gazed into Elsa's eyes with such worry that made the blonde scared. "Why do you have blood on your hands? Are you hurt? Was it Jezebeth? Did she abuse you? We have to get out!"

Elsa bit her lip and turned her gaze away. "We have no reason to hurry. And the blood is not because of Jezebeth, but..." By this point, Elsa was sure Cassandra's going to hate her. She killed her aunt, one of her few relatives without thinking about the consequences—a terrible act of insanity and deadly sin that can't be ignored."It's hers."

Cassandra looked at her with worry in her eyes. "What do you mean it's hers?" She raised her hand and cupped Elsa's cheek. She turned her head, and their gazes met. "Elsa..." And she realized what her lover has done. "My sweet Elsa..." Her voice softened as she stroked the blonde's cheek. No matter how horrible what Elsa has done, Cassandra couldn't help but love her no matter what. She wished just to take her away, wash the blood off her hands, and pamper her with all kinds of goods a Queen can afford.

But she wasn't in the position to do so. Cassandra was now a slave whose torture is yet to end, a no one. A part of her believed that killing Jezebeth was a sacrifice made by Elsa, a small price to pay for their freedom. "My Darling Snowflake, your delicate hands are a blessing from the gods above. Your flawless skin is as fragile as the most expensive porcelain. It should've been me dirtying my hands with the blood of the evil and not you, my love. You are much better than me, you would never do anything like this, and I'm-"

Before any further words could leave her mouth, Elsa silenced her with a small peck on her lips. "It was time I saved myself. But our journey doesn't end here. We must escape this mess. Together."

A/N:

Sorry, I was feeling quite emotional today for an unknown reason. Maybe Cass and Elsa's speech was a little too long, but I'm the one writing this story, so I make the rules. Those are bigass paragraphs, I know.