Jack's eyes were huge and round, and worry was pooling in his gut, but he had no time to act, because people were reaching right through him and pulling Elsa up. They didn't believe in Jack, so they looked right through him; he was a ghost to them. He couldn't even stop them, because as he started to prepare an ice attack, he realised that if Elsa needed medical assistance for a concussion- which was a major possibility- she wouldn't get it here, in the middle of nowhere; she would get it in Arendelle.

Jack let the guards take her.

Still, he scowled at them, because they weren't being very gentle with her. One guard- a massive, brawny man- had flung her over his shoulder. It was indecent, at the very least, and no way for a subject to treat his Queen. Jack let them go, though.

He didn't want Elsa going away; he didn't want to lose her. But he figured that he could always go find her as soon as she was healthy again. He hoped that Elsa's sister didn't give her any ideas about staying gone, because what if Elsa did decide to stay in Arendelle? Jack couldn't go there, and he needed Elsa. He couldn't be alone again, but he would never force Elsa to leave her home, either.

Jack would just have to hope that Elsa would be safe and happy, and that she would eventually return to him.

He considered following the guards back to Arendelle, keeping an eye on Elsa, but decided against it. He wouldn't be able to help her, and Arendelle was the best place for her now. Surely no one would dare hurt her. They must have calmed down by now. Elsa was their Queen, for heavens sake. They would be loyal and adoring and understanding. They would respect her magic.

Jack sighed, because he couldn't bare his jealousy. How come he was an invisible freak, when Elsa- who shared in his ability- was a Queen? Why could people see Elsa, when they couldn't see him? He hated to feel this way, but he couldn't help it. He wondered if the moon had given Elsa her gift, or if she had come to have them in some other way. He stomped away his envy, feeling guilty.

In Arendelle, Elsa had arrived at the castle. The guards had taken her inside before the return of Anna, the Princess, and under the order of Prince Hans of the Southern Isles, Queen Elsa had been locked up in one of the below-ground dungeons. She was unconscious still- much to the guards' relief- and sitting on a metal bed, her back slumped against the dark stone wall.

Elsewhere in the castle, Princess Anna was struggling for breath as she ran the icy, darkened corridors, with only the help of an odd little snowman. Anna was gasping, and all of her subjects in the kingdom of Arendelle were mourning the staged death of their young Princess. The people of Arendelle had only one blessing on that terrible day; at least their Princess had been able to join in matrimony with her true love before her untimely, unfortunate death.

The people of Arendelle were even more eager, now, for the death of their Queen. Their Queen truly was a monster, if she would even kill her own sister. And, also, if she would do something so evil to her sister, what would she do to them, the mere townspeople? They wanted their Queen dead, and they trusted Prince Hans to make it happen. They supposed, now, that Prince Hans was a king. Their King.

Elsa groaned as she awoke. She was greeted by a dizzying sense of confusion. She wondered where she was, and then she looked out the window; there were metal bars over the window. At first, she was confused. The place had such familiar character and structure, and she could of sworn she had seen that little shop across the road before. She gasped as she was hit with immediate realisation. This place was Arendelle. But it wasn't.

Elsa stared in shock and horror at the ice that carpeted the ground; slick and dark and deceiving. Thick snow coated the rooftops, tumbling down to the ground due to the harsh, chilling wind. This was not the soft, warm Arendelle Elsa had always stared at through her bedroom window pane. This was a sick joke. This was a cruel accident. This was a mistake. This was her fault.

All her fault.

She stumbled to the window, only to be yanked back with strange force on her hands.

She was shocked that she hadn't noticed right away. Both her hands were in a metal grip, like horrid metal mittens. Elsa resisted the urge to shriek. She hadn't expected to be popular, but she was being treated like a lowly criminal- no, worse, a monster. She shuddered at the word.

Stumbling back away from the window, she started to cry, but the tears never spilled. She couldn't believe what she had done. She looked down at her hands, and wondered how they were possible of such things. Back with Jack, she had made beautiful things; castles and thrones and chandeliers and huge, wonderful staircases, and even a living snowman.

She thought of her parents; conceal, don't feel, her mother had always told her, but she couldn't do that anymore. The secret was out for good. Her father would be so disappointed in her.

She thought of Jack, who had warned her of the way her people would treat her, but she hadn't really listened to him. She hadn't believed that he could be right. Of course, though, he was. Elsa would do anything to see Jack now. Where was he? Why wasn't he here, with her? Elsa was struck with a sudden and terrifying thought; had the guards hurt him? Had they seen him and thought him dangerous like her? Had they destroyed Jack, who was wonderful and kind and clever and funny?

Finally, she thought of her sister. Anna had tried to warn her, but Elsa hadn't listened to her either. Elsa had sent her sister away, not caring what she was trying to say. Anna had come to Elsa for help. But Elsa hadn't helped her. Elsa suddenly had a flashback to that horrible moment, when Anna had collapsed to the icy floor, struck by Elsa's ice magic.

Elsa had to find Anna; she had to check if she was okay. And there was no time to waste, waiting for the guards. Besides, Elsa had a feeling that the guards would not be willing to listen, or to understand.

Elsa concentrated hard, and with her ice magic, she broke the vice-like grip on her hands.

She broke free.

She escaped.

She ran away as soon as she was out of the little prison cell. She had to find Anna.

With no care to control her emotions, they were building up a literal storm around her.