Anna wrapped the thin sheet around herself, cursing her own stupidity.
Why had she trusted Baragor again?!
It didn't matter; Elsa would soon have her out, and the prince's head on a stick. Nobody messed with the Snow Queen's baby sister and got away with it!
Anna shivered, wishing for Elsa's immunity to the cold. How long could this take, anyway? About an day or two ago, a group of guards had burst in on her private session and arrested her. They claimed the sovereignty of Arrendelle was dispelled, and that she was therefore an illegal resident.
They had dragged her to this freezing prison without second thought of what she was wearing.
Therefore, she found herself sitting in a cell, with not a thread on her. These people did not know who they were messing with! Her fiery temper was only subdued by the fact that she was too cold to raise much of a fuss. That did not mean she would do nothing at all though!
The princess banged on the bars, "Hey! You morons! Princess alert! You can't just lock me up like this! Hey!"
It took her a couple of hours, but eventually the captain of the guard came down to put her at ease. AKA "shut that loud b**ch up technique."
"Your highness," He said, "The situation is more complicated than that!"
"Do I look like Hans to you?!" She demanded.
There was an awkward silence, "Actually, he was released about a week ago."
It took all of three seconds for that to register before her anger took total control. Her body hit the bars with the force of a hurricane, grabbing her captor hard enough by the shoulder to cut off supply to his whole arm.
"Are you f^$%ing kidding me?!"
More guards poured in as she rattled him against the cage. This could not be happening. She could not be locked up while, bleh, Hans, was free to move about.
Oh no...
She stopped thrashing her three latest victims as it occurred to her that her sister didn't know Hans was free. One of the guards took this as an opportunity to knock her back into her cell.
Anna lay on the ground, stunned. Elsa was in trouble. Here she was, upset her big sister wasn't coming to her rescue when it was her big sister who was in need of rescuing.
Anna started shaking the bars. It would take about twenty years, but she would get free.
"Right this way, Prince Westerguard."
Two shadowy figures tromped down the stairs. Anna paused, fearfully watching. Was it possible? Had Hans been returned to prison?!
The guard, who came down first, pointed directly to her, the lamp illuminating his face, "She's right there, your highness. And, if you don't mind my saying, you have excellent taste in beautiful women."
Oh no... Anna thought to herself, "I am not going with Hans!"
She started rattling the cage until the guard came with the key. The door clicked open. Anna drew back, afraid. Hans was going to kill her.
"Anything else, Prince Kristoff?"
Prince?
"No thank you," Said the kindly blond, dressed up in royal attire, "I'll take care of her from here."
The door opened, and Anna, still naked under the sheet, flew into his arms.
The guard blushed, "I'll... give you two a moment alone."
Anna kissed her boyfriend, totally unashamed.
"Anna... Anna... Mmmm... Manna... mhmmhmmm... we-mmm... we need to go now, mhm," Kristoff kissed back, remembering exactly why he considered it his highest achievement to be her boyfriend.
Anna drew back, reeling in her passions, "Ah! Much better."
"Anna, we need to go."
"What about the crew?" She implored. Their faces lit up with hope. Unfortunately, the prince shook his head.
"Can't. It'll be hard enough getting you out of here. Sorry."
Anna swallowed hard, "Okay... let's go."
They flew up the steps silently. Anna swore she'd get the men out-somehow. Questions burned in her mind; primarily=why were these guards taking orders from 'Prince Kristoff'?
The escapees flew to the top of the dungeon, and out into the light. Anna became increasingly aware of her state of undress. Kristoff urged her further and further from the jail, going so far as to put his coat around her to make her feel better.
Minutes later, the rest of Kristoff's ship disembarked. They actually passed some of the Southern Isles guards that had served under the prince. He ducked into a dress shop and ordered the keeper to fetch something suitable for his companion. It would not be very long before they were caught if she stayed in her gettup.
The second a dress was over her head, Anna marched up to Kristoff and started rattling off every question she had kept under wraps the last few days.
Overwhelmed, Kristoff did his best to calm her, "Listen... we don't have much time. If I'm right, we only have a couple of minutes to get to Winter's End before-!"
He was cut off as the general alarm sounded.
Kristoff cussed, grabbed Anna, and ran out the back.
"Wait!" She cried. Cries were coming from the prison. The princess watched in horror as her entire crew was slain by the Southern Isles troops Kristoff had accompanied.
"No..." She whispered. Kristoff had had enough. He picked his girlfriend up, threw her over his shoulder, and ran to Winter's End. Once there, he tucked her away in her cabin and put his hand over her mouth.
"Anna..." He said slowly, "I'm going to move my hand from your mouth. I need you to be quiet, Okay?"
She nodded as tears filled her eyes. He moved his hand away. She made a sound like a wounded animal and clutched him.
"Why...?" She whispered, "Why...?"
Kristoff wished he had the answers. All he had to offer was temporary protection.
The two sat in the ship for a few more minutes before it started moving. Anna looked into Kristoff's face, "What's going on?"
"They're going to set sail to where this ship supposedly went down. Then they're going to sink it," Kristoff picked himself up, stretching, "That way there's no evidence you ever set foot in the Southern Isles; your crew is dead, your protection detail is under Baragor's eyes and the ships are destroyed. All his duckies are in a row. Now it's time to knock them down."
Anna took a moment to process this, "They'll never get away with this!" She proclaimed.
"He already has," Muttered Kristoff, "By the time we get back, it's likely Elsa will be dead. So you're going to have to-"
He was cut off by a punch to the stomach. Kristoff crumpled.
"Elsa is alive," Proclaimed Anna, "She's just waiting for me to come get her. We're going to march into Arrendelle, depose this Baragor, and then we're going to live happily ever-after! Got it?!"
Kristoff nodded.