Elsa awoke.

Alone.

Great.

Ow.

She sat up, feeling new uncomfortable sensations, wondering, as countless deflowered women do the next day, how anyone could keep this kind of lifestyle up.

She took a breath before processing her emotions; guilt, obviously, and lots of it, shame came along with it, she felt dirty, like she needed to bathe, immediately.

And… passion. Like a small fire ignited within her. It burned low, and sweet, but with each ticking second it got slightly warmer.

Elsa put a hand to her stomach feeling sore and- empty? Odd. She'd never felt like that before. It wasn't a feeling of hunger, per se. More like... something was missing from her.

Oh.

Yeah.

That…. Thing… that used to be there. Hans. Yeah.

Huh.

She did not expect to miss it. After all, she figured selling out would be no different than anything else she'd done for him, but this was a physical change. What she was last night, she no longer could claim. Part of her was gone now. She probed her body to check-

"Ow."

She decided not to touch anything. But it was time to get up.

"OW!"

Okay, so moving quickly was out as well. She grit her teeth and moved to the edge of the bed. The Spring Dance was over. Time to get back to work. And pray Anna was okay. And that whatever Hans had done last night (besides, you know...)

There was a knock on the door.

"….master?"

Gerda came bursting in.

"Oh, it's just wonderful, your Excellency!"

Elsa blushed. Not only was she naked, she was being congratulated for screwing their boss. She wondered why humans couldn't die of shame.

Wait.

"Sorry," She held up a hand, "Your Excellency?"

Hans was not here. So to whom was she speaking? (a.n. I don't care for the word 'whom' and I feel like we can get rid of it.)

"The big announcement of course!' Cried Gerda, "Everyone's talking about it; about you!"

"What-?"

"About how you were named Her Excellency, Majesty Elsa, Regent of the Southern Isles Port of Arrendelle," Gerda paused, "Or, at least that's what they're calling you for now. You know how the name thing goes."

Elsa gasped. That's what Hans had been working on. Those sleepless nights, the countless letters to the International Consortium; he'd been trying to get her re-instated as leader!

"Dress me," She ordered. The second she was laced up, she raced to the courtyard. The party was wrapping up. Apparently it had lasted all night due to one stubborn party animal.

"Come on, you wussies!" Anna yelled, "And you call yourselves men? I'm ready to kick this party, up another notch!"

A groan rose from what was left of the crowd. Even the party-for-life people were too tired to keep going. Ironically, the people who had gone to bed the night before were now up to their morning routines. Elsa raced into view at the top of the steps.

"…ANNA!"

The red-head stopped, disbelieving before she turned and her eyes lit with joy, "ELSA!"

Elsa ran down the steps as her sister ran up as fast as they could. They leapt into each other's arms.

"I missed you so much!"

"I missed you more!"

"What happened to your hair?!"

"Do you like it?"

"It's nice; reminds me of Mom. Wait, did Hans-?"

Elsa chuckled nervously, "Yeah… Let's not talk about him."

They hugged again. A crowd gathered, calling out, "She's here, she's here! Queen Elsa!"

Technically, she was not actually a queen, but she could, nevertheless, nod to them as they bowed. It was good to be queen.

Anna's grip tightened, "Do I have to go back to that cell?"

She knew she did when her sister refused to make eye contact.

"It's okay, Anna, I'm here now. I'll walk you down."

Anna smiled.

"Hey Elsa?"

"Yeah?"

"You okay? You're walking kind of funny."

"Oh! That? That's just… I had a difficult night."

Anna glared ahead, "Hans did that, didn't he?"

"Uh… technically?" Elsa giggled nervously. There was no way her sister was ready for this. But she was happy, at least for a moment. Arrendelle flags were popping into view, left and right. Hans had thought of everything. The sisters walked together, warmed by each other's company, and hope for the new day.

Freeing Anna meant imprisoning Ilyanna, which was unfortunate because now the situation worked in reverse.

"Can I stay out here, in the sun for a moment?" Whispered Anna shyly, "I don't want her to see me going back… in there. It would be humiliating to let her watch me."

Her sister nodded, "Of course."

Elsa walked in alone.

Ilyanna was bending over her bed, her servant's outfit stretching up over her bottom. Having worn one herself, Elsa knew what she was doing, and how it felt. The way it squeezed the bottom, tightening and teasing it. How the bodice snapped into place, the rope pushing sensitive flesh into a more readily available position. She was asking for it. Not that she was gonna get any.

"I've been waiting for you, master…" She whispered huskily. Elsa felt sick to her stomach. Something like a combination of rage, jealousy and disgust boiling up inside her. This whore thought Hans imprisoned her for the sake of using her. She couldn't be more wrong.

"And I've been waiting to see you in a cell," Replied Elsa.

The servant gasped and turned around, "You! What are you doing here?! And where's the Master?"

"I'm the master now," The brunette hissed.

Ilyanna snarled, "I don't like you, whore, I don't take orders from whores. And nobody respects a bitch!"

Elsa flinched for a moment. The words stung. On the other hand…

"What a coincidence! I don't like whores," She smiled friendly-like, "And I don't respect you," She smiled oh-so-sweetly, "bitch."

The two squared off for a moment. Elsa took the initiative.

"But you will take my orders; Hans has ensured that. It's funny, you're so delusional too think he likes you," She kept smiling, wanting her enemy to think she wasn't seething with rage.

"Fuck you," Ilyana answered.

"Done and done," Elsa snickered. Her enemy rolled her eyes in disbelief.

"It's only a matter of time," Smiled the other woman, "Before the master tells you he wants me more."

"Really? Hans may have mentioned you. He," Elsa sarcastically put her finger to her lip, thinking, "only did so to tell me he wanted me more. As a matter of fact, the only time he mentioned you, he was talking to me about how much he wanted me."

Ilyanna snuffed, "Oh, please. You don't even know what the master wants."

"I'm the master," Insisted Elsa. She was, after all, the current ruler. She then realized the truth, "…you don't know, do you?! Oh! You don't know!"

She laughed hard, and deep.

"What?" Fumed a red-faced servant, "What don't I know?"

Elsa ceased laughing and got real, real close, "Hans handed power over to me…"

There was a moment of silence.

Then Ilyanna had a turn to laugh; hard and deep.

"What?! You?! The ice maid! The brittle little virgin?" Elsa bristled at this 'insult' and blushed, "Please! Westerguards don't give up power. And for Hans to have you reinstated…"

"What?"

"He wouldn't just have to give up Arrendelle; he'd have to give up basically all the good-will he's mustered over the years. And estrange his family in the Isles. No way he did that. No way."

Elsa stood there. Wow. He had sacrificed a lot.

A smile lit across her face. Ilyanna didn't like that- one- bit.

"Listen, you icy little maiden. I know what he wants, I know what he likes," She got real close, "He wants me! His body craves me!"

Elsa felt her cheeks heat up. Okay, enough Perfect Girl. The claws were coming out, "Listen, bitch, 'cause I'm only going to say this once," She took a specific breath for the next word, "bitch. He's mine; always has been, always will be," Another breath, another pause, "bitch," She got real close, closed her eyes in ecstasy, "I had him, just last night, while you were waiting down here, you filthy, whorish piece of trash. So when I tell them to let you out of here, and you realize just how far beneath me you are, I want you to know he wants me, always has, always will, and the only reason this situation is as confusing to you as it is- is due to the fact I'm not his whore. I'm a woman. A real woman. Not a," One more pause as her teeth flashed, "bitch. Bitch."

Elsa was beginning to like that word a little too much.

"See ya."

She could hear Ilyanna hiss a word about her. It rhymed with 'witch' and began with a 'b'.

A.N. And the claws come out. I liked writing this chapter a little too much. For those of you who found the end of the last chapter funny, I'm glad to hear that. For those of you who feel insulted. Sorry?