Part 2 of 3 in Prisoner Number 13!
After the coronation ended late that night, Elsa retreated back to her room for a night of sleep after several other conversations with other people. She passed by Anna's room on the way there and heard giggling coming from the door by the new couple.
Elsa stared hard at the door. Had she made the right choice by giving them the blessing? Biting her lower lip, she held her gloved hands close to her chest and headed silently to her room.
Once in the four walls of the prison that had concealed herself all her life, she finally slid off the long turquoise gloves and unbuttoned her long cape, leaving it draped on her dress mannequin. Taking off her tiara and releasing her bun into a loose braid, she sighed and massaged her temples. She was relieved her powers didn't make a single appearance. She felt more confident they would stay hidden in public, she had definitely punished and trained herself enough. Now that she was queen, she would have to hold meetings and plans and gatherings like her father and every king and queen before that. No more hiding in her room. She was no longer princess, but Queen Elsa of Arendelle.
Anna walked down the church aisle, wearing a gallant and full wedding gown in a similar design to her coronation gown, soft rose pink material with a sweetheart bodice and a full petticoat layered skirt that reached the floor and a sheeny veil over her smiling face. A huge bouquet of colorful flowers was in her hands, a grin on her face. Elsa sat nervously on the first row of seats reserved for family, which included the cousin family of Corona and a few scattered relatives. She felt suffocated in her light blue gown's tight bodice and skirt and long white gloves, feeling frost coat her anxious fingertips as the organ music began to swell and Anna strode forth arm in arm with their old trusted servant Kai- followed by a few adorable village girls who threw flowers in the air or held up Anna's train. Hans, wearing a handsome tan wedding suit himself smiled at her as Anna walked up to the podium and took his hands. Elsa's stomach clenched in a sense of forboding. She should be happy for them, but here she was pretending the opposite. And they were married, husband and wife, Prince and Princess, heirs to the throne behind Elsa.
Two months later...
Elsa was sleeping peacefully in her bed after a long day of work when a quiet figure knelt by her doorway, picking the large lock with a special screwdriver he had been carefully cultivating and adjusting for weeks. The man slid softly into the room once the door gave way, eyes on the blonde sleeping peacefully under the blue sheets. He raised a gleaming dagger in one hand and slowly approached the queen. Hans cackled to himself quietly as he relished his plan. He had succeeded in marrying Anna, the only thing standing between him and being King was Elsa. After taking care of Elsa, he would tell Anna Elsa went out to sea and got stranded somewhere... He'd think of something.
Raising his other hand, he tiptoed to her face and dropped a few drops from a golden bottle into her lips. Elsa unconsciously licked her lips and swallowed. In a mere minute, her breathing hitched- then slowed and quieted. She was blatantly unconscious.
Hans sheathed the dagger, relieved no blood was shed. Picking up the queen, he wrapped her in a black sheet and scooped her into his arms. He then carried her out of her room, and by memory only made his way down to the dungeons holding his sack of Elsa. Her long braid draped out of the blanket and he hastily stuffed it back in, carefully searching to make sure no guards were around. Skirting down the prison stairs, he brought her to the farthest cell in the room, the one where no one would suspect she was in. It was sealed by a solid iron door barred tight facing away from other prisoners. Picking up the keys from his pocket, Hans shifted Elsa to his other shoulder and unlocked the cell. It was a rather large room made of stone that had a small window overlooking a yard with a soft pad for sleeping and a sink and toilet hidden by a wall. Unwrapping her body from the blanket, he hastened to remove her royal nightgown, replacing it with a common blouse and skirt the villagers wore. He managed to undo Elsa's thick blonde hair from it's braid before mussing it to make it look messy and unkempt. He smudged dirt and charcoal on her face and hoped it defaced her unrecognizable as just another prisoner. He hurried snap her wrists and ankles in the iron handcuffs, hearing a guard pass by. He was surprised she even wore gloves to sleep. This lady was crazy but thankfully she never awakened.
He might have imagined this but did her eyes open and look at him for a second? He shook it off.
His job done, Hans shut the cell door and left a notice outside the door warning no one but King Hans to approach that prisoner. Smirking in satisfaction, he turned his heel and marched out of the prison cell. As long as Elsa wasn't released and he faked her death, he was king.
Elsa awakened to the feeling of cold metal around her wrists and ankles and the hard ground beneath her. She gasped as she realized she was in a prison cell. Was she dreaming? What happened? She tried to remember what happened last night, but she couldn't remember a single thing besides eating dinner then pulling off to sleep. She tried to yell for help, but a cloth had been tied over her mouth. Distressed, she shakily stood up and dragged herself to each corner of the prison, looking for an exit. Frost began to spread from beneath her feet in distress. Hans.
"Oh no!" Elsa cried, staring at her feet.
Two weeks later...
"Hans, where's Elsa?" Anna asked as she skipped to the dining table laden with hot breakfast foods. She stuffed a chocolate muffin in her mouth as Hans sipped coffee and had his nose in a book.
"I don't know honey." He replied, not taking his eyes off his book. "Didn't she go on a trip or something?"
"Yeah..." Anna frowned. "She should have been back by yesterday. I saw a note on her door- it said 'I will be gone for two weeks'.
She swallowed the muffin, swung into her chair, and grabbed several slices of crispy bacon dripping with grease from the serving platter.
Elsa had begun to eat with them again, but she always wore her gloves, ate daintily, and excused herself every time a sensitive subject arose.
While Anna was distracted stuffing her mouth with bacon, Hans pulled aside one of his trusted servants he had brought from the SI and handed him a tray full of food. "Take this to the number 13 prisoner." He directed. When the man opened his mouth to speak, Hans shushed him. "No questions. Go!"
"Yes, your majesty." The servant replied hastily. On the way down to the dungeons, he was stopped by a maid named Gerda. "Kyle, I thought you'd help with the gardening this morning. Where'd you go?"
"Oh yes, I nearly forgot." He yelped, shoving the tray at Gerda. "For prisoner number 13, I've gotta scram!"
"So much food for a prisoner!" He heard Gerda say to herself as he ran back up the stairs, forgetting about Hans already. "And why in the prison off all places?"
Gerda made a guard unlock the prison door for her and as fast as se could, scurried over to the 13th cell. She despised the cold dreary feeling of the prison. Once at the cell, couldn't see anything about the prisoner except a grimy skirt on the ground. Oh well, most likely a thief-
Upon hearing her footsteps, the prisoner dropped down to her hands and feet and hissed at the maid.
"Oh whoever you are, Please help me I don't know why I'm here!" A pair of large blue eyes under tangled blonde hair that fell over her dirty face appeared on the cell door grille.
She gasped, nearly dropping the tray.
The maid recognized her immediately. "Queen Elsa! For Thor's sake! Who put you here?" The maid cried.
"I don't know." Elsa said desperately.
"What? Hans said you went on a voyage!" Gerda wondered.
"I was here for two weeks, or i suppose so." Elsa pleaded, "just let me out."
Gerda rather dropped the tray and sprinted back to the guard, snatched his keys, ran back, and unlocked the door. The queen's ice had spread a thin frost inside the cell.
"All right Elsa. I will make things right. Come with me."
"No! My powers!" Elsa said scared. She stared at her gloved hands.
"It'll be all right. I am going to confront him or whoever did it later..." She wrung her hands and Elsa followed her out in a secret exit to confront the man who tried to ruin her life.
To the joy of some of you, I will take a break from writing requests, dark themes, and drama and will publish some Helsa or Kristanna fluff next. Request some if you want! I'm leaning towards Helsa:P. Don't worry I'm just taking a little break from them:)
Next chapter: Unknowest to anyone, Elsa snuck aboard the ship headed for Rapunzel and Eugene's wedding (the mystery trip her parents took) not realizing it makes a pit stop at the Southern Isles, and she finds Hans for the first time. Fluffy romance ensues!