Elsa sat in her bedroom contemplating her next move.
"Well," She said more to herself than anyone else, "This is quite a mess I'm in."
A series of letters lay on her bed. Most mentioned Mr. Westerguard by name; others simply implied a worthless son who needed to be reminded of his place. The queen of the Southern Isles had taken note of Elsa, and that did not bode well for anyone.
Firstly, there was no way Elsa calling herself a queen would be okay. Secondly, Elsa was screwing her son on a continual basis. And thirdly, her sister had killed Kristoff.
So.
Huh.
Elsa resisted the urge to go talk to Hans. Although he was an invaluable source of information, THINGS happened when they saw each other. Things that made it difficult to focus on problems a queen needed to deal with. These things could be simplified into a category that was inarguably negative. Specifically- the sex.
Elsa's head thumped down onto her dresser.
She had never been that girl. And Hans was to blame for making her one of those girls. And now she was angry at him for making her that way, and so she wanted to go see him to tell him off. But, regardless of whether she went to see him because she was angry over the way she was being treated, or because of what she had done, or because they had a meeting together, or because she needed information, or because one time she had been looking for her pencil under the council's shared table, she always managed to find a way to get his hands all over her.
(That last one had been awkward; the council had been assembled at the time.)
And her 'just once' idea had turned into, 'just twice' which was quickly turning into, 'I am currently doing nothing now- time to get laid'.
What had she done for twenty-two years?!
It seemed like, now that she as on this path, there was no deviating. Alright, that was it. She had to not go see Hans.
Elsa stormed out of her room, headed towards Anna's. Her sister grounded her, brought her back to the realities of her situation. If Anna couldn't focus her, nobody could.
The guards saluted, but did not move.
"I'm going to see my sister," she said in a commanding voice.
The two men exchanged glances, "Sure. And the Protector? He's responsible for the murderess."
Elsa rolled her eyes. People just loved that man, "I'm sure he wants me to go in. Now."
"I thought you had him whipped?"
Elsa swallowed a chuckle. They had no idea how 'whipped' Hans was, "Well, I'm sure you don't want to get on his bad side."
She knew what she was doing. Everybody feared Hans, and for good reason. The guards snickered, "He's too weak. Besides, it's not like we have to follow his orders, right?"
Elsa bit her lip.
As great as it was that her people didn't obey Hans, the fact was- he was Southern Isle's military. He was not just Protector; he was the one legally responsible for Anna. Plus, he was the one who had fought off the Black Pirates. Her council knew he was her greatest supporter. If people believed she was going to abandon him at the first sign of trouble….
"Wonderful. Now, if you'll excuse me," She went down into the dungeon.
Anna ran up the stairs to meet her sister.
"I'm so glad you're here," She muttered into her sister's shoulder.
"Me too. Let's talk," Elsa held on as long as possible before she grew tired. The two descended the steps together, Anna babbling about how bored she was and Elsa listening in.
"Elsa?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you okay? You seem… different!"
Elsa blushed.
"It's not a bad different, or a good different. You look…. Beautiful!" Anna exclaimed.
Elsa blushed. She could definitely sit here and listen to Anna for hours. She was so kind and supportive.
"Hey sis, can you do me a favor?"
Elsa looked up.
"Can you get rid of Hans for me?"
Elsa let out a small groan and started pacing, "Anna, please. I want to spend an hour not thinking about that man."
"Then get rid of him, and you'll never have to!" Whined her sister. Elsa rolled her eyes.
"It's not that simple…."
"Elsa!"
"Anna, please!" She exclaimed.
"Why not?!"
"He has you!" The queen shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at her little sister, "He could prosecute you for killing Kristoff, find you guilty of treason, and kill you."
The two stared at each other awkwardly. Finally, Elsa ran a hand through her hair.
"I can't lose you again."
Anna rose and threw her arms around her sister.
"You won't."
Elsa stood there for a moment. She had to hide so much. Serving under Hans (in more ways than one) and now trying to find a way to save her sister. And the only way to do that was with Westerguard blood. Baragor was gone, and only Hans remained.
"You have to give me time, Anna," Elsa whispered, "I'm going through their books. The history of the Westerguards," She took a breath, "I'll save you, I swear."
Anna squeezed tighter, "I wish I could have saved you."
"You saved me once, it's my turn to save you. Besides," She pulled away, "We'll always love each other, right?"
"Sure," Anna frowned, "Whatever happened to that 'Jo' girl though?"