Elsa
Elsa wasn't sure how much more she could take. She had never felt so much pain in her entire life. Her body, once so beautiful, was a wasteland, and her mind, once so keen and sharp, was now foggy and unfocused. She realized with a start that even though she could not feel anything suppressing her power, she was unable to reach her icy magic. This scared her more than anything else had. What if I lose it? They'll have no reason to keep me alive then… maybe it's better that way anyway.
Heins and Gunnar came through the flap. Same as always. Gunnar went to her left, Heins to her right. Same as always. Gunnar nodded at Heins. Same as always. Elsa shut her eyes and braced herself for the hit that was sure to come, same as always. Then, it didn't. Seconds passed. Still nothing. Apprehensive, Elsa dared open her eyes to see Heins staring at Gunnar, whip on the ground, eyes hard and defiant.
"No," Heins said. "I won't do it anymore." He threw the cat o' nine tails on the ground. "I refuse. I will never harm Elsa again." What? What is he doing?
Gunnar stalked towards Heins, who straightened up even higher and stood his ground. "You won't?", Gunnar asked.
"I won't."
Gunnar stood silently for a few moments, then a malicious grin spread across his face. "The Master won't be pleased about this. He arrived earlier, did you know? He just couldn't wait to meet our guest." Heins shook his head, but kept his composure.
"Fine. I don't care what he does to me. I will not hurt this woman anymore."
"Have you forgotten your dear brother? What will the Master do to him, I wonder?"
In a measured voice, Heins said, "My brother would not want so much pain and suffering on his account."
Gunnar's smile widened. "Are you sure?" Heins did not answer. Turning his head towards the flap, he shouted for the guards outside. They entered promptly and saluted. "Go tell the Master his presence is requested at the prisoner's tent." They saluted again and left.
"I won't allow you to harm Elsa further, Gunnar. You or the Master. I am not afraid."
Gunnar laughed. "You should be."
As they awaited the Master's arrival, Elsa began to panic. Whoever was on their way was one of the most dangerous, daring, and powerful people she had ever heard of. Who knows what he meant to do to her? To us, she reminded herself. Heins is in as much danger as me now.
Four of the most vicious looking men Elsa had ever seen entered the tent and took up positions on either side of the doorway. Then the Master came through the flap. He was tall, dressed entirely in robes of black, the hood thrown over his head, obscuring his face. He did not speak.
"Report to the Master," barked the largest of the men.
Gunnar bowed and began to speak. "Prince Heins has become unwilling to continue hosting our guest. He is refusing to wield the whip against her, and claims that he will not allow you or I to do her any more harm." Silence greeted his words.
"This is… disappointing, Prince Heins," the Master said finally. I know that voice! "Very disappointing. What will your poor brother think? Poor Hans. First you betray him by imprisoning him for trying to kill an evil sorceress, now you as good as killed him. And for what? This witch?" Heins did not move, but was staring wide-eyed at the robed man in front of him.
"Who are you?", he whispered.
"You don't recognize me?" It can't be… he was imprisoned! The Master threw back his hood and straightened, and standing before them was the youngest of thirteen, Prince of the Southern Isles, treasonous murderer, Prince Hans.
"Hans?", Heins asked in disbelief. "But… how? Why?"
"Why? Why? Arendelle was mine! It was within my grasp, but it was taken from me. I was a Prince, same as you. Was I not born to be a King? To rule? Why should I not claim my birthright?" Heins was struggling to find words.
"But- I thought- you were taken with me? I thought you were in danger! And all this time, it was you! I was trying to protect you, but you were just using me! How could you!"
Hans strode forward in a rage. "How could I? How could you betray me? If you wouldn't have had me arrested, I would have been able to find a new Kingdom to rule. But you had to be noble. I'd thank you if I didn't hate you so much- if it weren't for you, I never would have found the Dreamwalker. With him by my side, I won't just rule Arendelle, I'll rule the whole of the land!"
"You're insane!", screamed Heins.
"Maybe. But I'd rather be insane than in your shoes right now. Making you torture that bitch that you for some reason care for was just the tip of the iceberg. By the time I'm finished with you-" A guard came through the flap, naked sword in hand. Blood dripped from its edge. Hans whipped around. "What is it?"
"Master!" He sank into a hasty bow. "We are under attack. Perhaps now is a good time to…" He fell silent at a look from Hans. Hans snapped his fingers, and the Dreamwalker entered the tent. He looked at Elsa and-
Elsa was in her study in the evening, relaxing after a long day's work. There was a gentle knock at the door.
"Come in," Elsa called. Her sister opened the door and barged in with a crash, tripping over her own feet and grabbing the door handle to save herself. Always so graceful, that's my Anna.
"Hi, Elsa!" she exclaimed. "How was your day?"
"Long," Elsa sighed. "Very long indeed. And yours?"
"My day was great! Me and Kristoff went down to the fjord, and he taught me how to fish!"
Elsa smiled. "Catch anything?"
Anna's face drew into a pout. "Well, no. But it was still fun!"
Elsa had just begun to open her mouth, intending to ask if Anna could teach her sometime, when a guard burst through the door.
"Queen Elsa! The castle is breached! We need your help!"
Elsa looked at her sister in shock. She was smiling.
"Go get 'em, sis." Slightly disturbed by the redhead's reaction, Elsa ran out of her study, down the hall, and into the courtyard. She was stunned to a stop by the sight of several dozen men engaged in bloody combat with her guards, and her guards were losing- badly. It was only a matter of time before they were overwhelmed. Elsa hurried out into the field, and two of the men broke off and came to cut her off. They were both very large men, one blonde, one brown haired, but otherwise very similar. With a flick of her wrist, Elsa encased the men's legs in ice. With them incapacitated, Elsa went to hurry around them, but she felt someone catch her arm.
Whipping around, she was greeted by Anna's face, drawn up into a frown.
"That's it?", she asked. "That's all you're going to do? They're trying to kill you, Elsa."
"Elsa!", shouted the blonde one. "Elsa, don't listen!"
"Elsa, look," Anna said. "They're trying to kill you. You're not going to do anything about it?"
"What- what are you talking about, Anna? They can't do anything now."
Anna shook her head. "But what if they get out? Better just kill them?" Elsa's mouth dropped open.
"Anna! I can't kill them, they can't hurt me now!"
"Please, Elsa? For me? They scare me." Elsa couldn't resist when Anna went doe-eyed.
"Alright, Anna. For you." Raising her hands, she conjured several vicious looking ice spikes and slowly moved them towards the two men.
"Elsa! Stop this now! That's not Anna! It's not real!" The spikes continued to get closer. "Elsa, please! Don't do this!" The spikes were just inches away now. "ELSA!"
With a monumental crash, a massive beast burst into the courtyard through the main gate. It walked upright, with relatively stubby legs supporting wide shoulders and long arms. There were several dozen blue blades growing from his hands, shoulders, elbows, and knees. Looking closer, she saw a small little white thing with a large head, orange nose and very skinny arms riding on the beast's shoulders. Roaring in fury and aggression, the enormous white monster began stomping around, swinging his claws with such force that he entirely bisected two men with a single blow. In a matter of seconds, the courtyard melted away. Elsa was standing outside the tent in the middle of the camp, dressed in tattered rags, overwhelmed by confusion. Anna was gone, replaced by the wild-haired Dreamwalker, who was stumbling back in fear.
"I've lost her!", he cried. "Flee for your lives!" The Dreamwalker turned tail and ran away. The two men in front of Elsa were suddenly Alan and Kristoff, struggling to evade the sharp points of the ice weapons she had created. 50 yards or so behind them, Elsa glimpsed Anna- the real Anna- and Cari, along with a few other members of the Arendelle guard she knew by sight but not by name, fighting for their lives, and they were starting to get overwhelmed. Marshmallow and Olaf were stomping over to help, but the enemy had started firing flaming arrows at Marshmallow, who was melting faster by the second. They… tricked me. I almost killed Kristoff… Anna would never have forgiven me- Anna! She's in danger! Elsa grew calm. They shouldn't have done that.
Elsa rose to her full height, completely ignoring the pain in her screaming limbs. A fiery rage unlike any she had ever known was threatening to spill over, and she had to find some release. Elsa realized that she could once again feel the magic within her, so she began channeling all of her anger, pain, fear, and sorrow into that little bright corner of her mind. The temperature in the camp dropped below freezing nearly instantly, and every soul in the camp turned toward her, terror plain on their faces.
The power within her continued to build as Elsa began slowly rising into the air, mighty flurries whipping around her. Streaks of blue energy began shooting from her eyes and fingertips. And still, she felt her power growing. She was nearly ten feet high now, looking down at her enemies. Mighty winds were beginning to buffet the camp, ripping tents from their posts and felling several trees in the surrounding woods. All motion in the camp had stopped as friend and foe stopped to stare at the being that was Queen Elsa. She looked at her friends, her family, and with no more than a thought, shielded them with a protective dome of ice, including Heins. She turned her attention back to the enemy. She had never felt so in tune with her power, nor given it so simple a command. Destroy.
A desperate scream escaped her lips, continuing on as a concussive blast of wind and ice burst from the very core of her being, demolishing all in its path. Ice spikes were erupting from the ground, only to double back on themselves and burrow beneath the surface once more, only to find a new place to emerge. The enemy was running in fear through a twisted forest of razor sharp blades of ice, so cold they didn't even feel them bite into their flesh before they found themselves missing limbs, the snow turning red all around them. Snow was whipping all around, picking up tables, chairs, and the heavy stone slab, sending them flying into the air, crushing all they fell upon. The screaming stopped. Elsa had just enough left in her to clear the ice from her friends, then darkness took her and she dropped out of the sky.