Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Warning: This one is on the dark side a bit, might trigger some people.
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Fighting through the fog in her mind, Queen Elsa opens her eyes. She abruptly closes them against the bright light burning at them. She tries to bring her hands up to shield her eyes but finds them restrained. Panic settles into her chest and she shakes her head trying to fully clear her mind. The sound of a log falling over in a fire pit pulls her focus to a few paces to her left. The sight makes her gasps in recollection of the last events she remembers before falling a sleep. The small noise catches the man's attention and he gives her an evil grin while blatantly eying her up and down. The heated emotion behind his eyes make the Queen struggle with renew vigor against her bindings to only realize that each wrist is wrapped in a cuff and chained to stakes in the ground, forcing her arms to spread wide apart.
The man laughs at her pathetic attempts at freedom, "About time you woke up! I was worried I'd have to start the fun without you." He stalks forward until he is standing at her side staring down on his captured prize, "I must say that he was very right about your beauty but you don't seem so dangerous when you can't use your hands,"
"What are you talking about? Why are you doing this?!" Elsa feels anger burning through her veins falling into a trap. Glancing around to see if anything in her surrounds can help her.
"Someone really doesn't like you and is willing to pay a handsomely price for your head," the fake vendor sneers at her while watching her chest heave from her pants of exertion from pulling on her bindings. "But don't you worry that pretty head of yours," He gestures his arms out wide at the surrounding before crouching closer, "I moved us farther from your pathetic little Village so no one will disturb us while we finish some important business beforehand,"
The captured Queen stills like a rabbit that realizes there is a predator nearby ready to pounce. A sense of dread fills her and seeps out in the form of a shiver as she tries to deny what she suspects what he wants, "What... What do you mean?"
The man ignores her question at first choosing instead to grab her hair in his meaty hand to pull her up into a cruel imitation of a kiss. While still shocked the Queen puts up no resistance as the fake vendor gets on top of her and uses his weight to pin her to the ground. After grinding his hips into her, he sits up straddling her hips and pulls out a knife that was attached to his side.
Freed from the evil man's unwanted mouth Elsa screams for help which makes the man laugh before slapping her across her face. His ring cutting her cheek open, "Save your breath for when I'm inside of you, you will really be screaming then!" He takes the knife and cuts the top of her dress between her breasts causing her to stay still in fear of being stabbed. He throws the knife off to the side and uses both of his hands to grab the edges where he had cut the dress and proceeds to rip the dress even farther down. Getting up he continues to rip it all the way down before jumping back onto his prize, poking her between her hips. A needy moan escapes the man's throat at the thought of only one more barrier separating him from his prize.
Still reeling in shock at the dramatic change of today's events, the Queen begins to cry and starts screaming for help. Desperate for anyone to hear her and help her escape, she tries to tug on the bindings again. The man's smile just gets wider and she can feel him getting harder through his pants. Revolted at the sensations assaulting her body she closes her eyes, only tears continue to leak through.
Suddenly the horrible feeling of the vile man is lifted off her body. A slightly manly squeak of shock escapes his throat before it becomes muffed. Baffled, the supine Queen cracks her eyes open in search of what had occurred. A few paces away she can see the man's legs on the ground convulsing. The rest of the man is blocked by a tree. What feels like minutes but in reality is probably just seconds, the man's legs become deathly still. A silhouette of a standing hooded figure forms from behind the tree and slowly approaches the chained Queen. Suddenly the cloaked figure flicks the cloak off and lets it float down to cover the Queens spreadeagled body.
"I mean not to scare or harm you, ma'am. I heard your distress and came to... relieve you of your problem." The revealed woman looked to be struggling on what to say, "I'm going to slowly reach over and use this key I found on him to unlock your arms. Again, I do not intend to hurt you," The woman continues to stare down at the chained woman hoping for a response. When all she receives is a continue shocked expression, she repeats her words soothingly while slowly reaching over and unlocking the trapped woman's arms.
The woman realizing she can freely move her arms, scampers away from the stranger while maintaining enough thought process to keep the cloak covering her body. The stranger holds up both hands to symbolize she has no evil intent, "I'm just a lone woman with her dog traveling to Arendelle. I know it must be hard to trust anyone right now but all I want to do is help you."
Still receiving no response from the woman in the ruined blue dress, the stranger slowly takes off the pack on her back. The woman stiffens in fear at not knowing what the stranger is planning and a cold chill blows through the air but she relaxes slightly when the stranger's hands reappear with a green tunic and brown breeches. The stranger slow moves today the woman with the clothes held before her, once she is a few feet away, she stops and lowers the articles of clothing onto the ground. She slowly steps back, "I'm going to go put that fire out, my back will be to you. If you want to leave, I won't stop you. If you stay, then I will assist you to the Village of Arendelle."
Continuing her slow pace away from the woman, the stranger turns her back on her and slowly starts putting the fire out. Her mind trapped in a debate on what she will see when she turns around. She can hear the ruffle of movement behind her for awhile and then tentative small foot steps seem to be approaching her.
Feeling a slight smile cross her face at the surprise that the woman decided not to flee. The stranger turns to face the woman, "I'm glad you stayed, I would have worried about your safety otherwise. Let me introduce myself, my name is Shamira and my dog-" Shamira gives a sharp whistle and a rustling can be heard from the nearby bushes, "Zavi is my loyal companion. He actually is the one that heard your distress and got my attention to follow him to your location." Elsa feels her breath catch in her throat when the inadequate described 'dog' comes forth from his guarding post; and yet, Elsa feels no fear because when she looks in the proud black wolf's eyes she sees only warmth and a promise of protection. The fear that has been pulsing through her veins the whole time is suddenly released leaving her lightheaded until she topples forward fainting into the stranger's, Shamira's, arms.