A/N: Again, keep in mind that homosexuality was punishable by death.
"Anna, I-"
"No, Elsa, just- just..." The girl buried her face in her hands to help straighten her thoughts out. It didn't work.
"Please-"
"Sh! Just stop! I need... I need time and- and I need- I don't know I just need to- to get away from you!"
defeatedly, Elsa called after as Anna turned to run. "Anna!" But she was gone, vanished into the night, footsteps slapping the pavement. The shopkeeper wanted to chase her down, but she still had Hans to deal with.
"Such a shame, really. I think she liked you."
Elsa's stomach lit on fire, her blood boiled like a wicked witch's brew, spewing rage into her mind. "I will kill you. Just like I did your brother," she snarled.
In an annoyingly confident tone, the prince retorted "not likely." He was fast, but Elsa was faster. He drew his special dagger and plunged it right at the woman's gut. However, with lightning speed, she caught him by the wrist. He felt her steal his upper hand.
"You've been practicing," Elsa taunted. "But you're still too slow." She effortlessly crushed the man's wrist, the sickening crackling of bones crying into the night.
Hans howled in pain and stumbled, the dagger plummeting to the grass.
Wasting no time, Elsa slammed the man into a tree, knocking the wind out of him. She felt a rib snap as she did so.
It took several long seconds of panting to catch his breath, but Hans finally did. Elsa's predatorial gaze burned right through his eyes, livid flames flaring within.
"You- you know," the royal gasped. "One could argue that what I caught you two doing is... disturbed. I mean, the way you were looking at each other. You can be hung for that. But then again, you wouldn't mind being hung, would you? No, that wouldn't even bother you... Anna on the other hand-"
Elsa tightened her grip, pushing in to Hans' hyoid process and lifting him off the ground. "Don't you dare even talk about Anna!"
"Just think, she's thin, the fall wouldn't break her neck. She'd probably hang there, suffering for some time-"
"FUCK YOU!" Elsa was so blinded by rage, so lost by morbid thoughts of the red head meeting such a meager demise that she lost track of Hans' moves. She was going to kill him, to break his skull. Their history combined with his taunting, all buried in her delicate state of mind and hunger were just too much. Plus, he was part of the royal bloodline.
She reach her hand into the air, preparing a final, fatal blow, but was too slow. The smooth slice of a silver dagger breaking skin slipped into Elsa's ears before her brain even registered what had happened.
It had been a long time since Elsa felt such an intense physical pain. Any other knife would have hurt, but she'd be able to brush it off like a bug. This, however, sent a shock through her entire body, like rubbing salt into an open wound.
Elsa gasped, her breathing shallowed, and she looked down. The weapon entered near her kidney, a red stain rapidly wetting her dress around the injury. She felt light headed. The world spun as Hans whispered in her ear. "You lose."
Anna got to her home not fifteen minutes later, completely out of breath, and limbs too tired to even hold her upright. She burst through the door crying and gasping for air.
"Kristoff!"
Her brother woke up and came running out of his room, concern deep within his eyes. "Anna- what? Where were you? What's wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
She collapsed into his arms, crying into his shoulder. "I- we- Elsa- and then we- and this prince guy and she- she- she killed someone and I don't know what to do because- because-"
Kristoff pulled away from his sister, holding her by the shoulders at arm's length. "Okay, okay, slow down. Tell me what happened."
The red head sniffled, ridding her face of tears. "Okay. I- I snuck out and-"
"You what? Anna, I-"
"Kristoff!"
"Okay, okay, sorry. Continue."
"Well, I w-went to see E-Elsa." When recognition failed to signal on her older brother's face, Anna elaborated. "The curiosity shopkeeper." Kristoff was clearly displeased, but stayed silent. It made it more difficult for Anna to keep talking. "We- we kinda went on a w-walk, we had b-before, but this time was different. We... we almost... you know..." She pitifully looked up at a bewildered blonde.
Then, understanding flushed across his face. To Anna's terror, horror befell her brother's features. "Anna, you're... No no no no no, you can't, you can be put to death for that, you've gotta, you've gotta- what if someone finds out?"
Anna scooted back so the physical contact between the two was broken. It was a terrible feeling, being let down by the one person she thought she could trust. It made her feel small and alone. It was like wandering the night without the moon as a guide. Her throat tightened up and renewed tears began welling within teal eyes.
"Oh no, Anna, don't-" Kristoff moved forward to comfort his sibling once more. "Okay, just..." he sighed. "Is that all?"
Slowly, the girl shook her head.
"What happened next?"
"W-we got interrupted by this guy, he was- he said he was a prince and that- and that-"
"And?"
"And that Elsa was w-wanted in his c-country. He showed me a w-warrant."
Kristoff gently reassured her "shh, it's okay, Anna. What did it say?"
"That's the bad part." Anna felt as if she was going to have a panic attack, she curled up, clinging to sanity with slipping hands. "She's wanted for m-murder."
"Murder!? I knew something was off about her!"
"Th-they're gonna kill her, Kristoff. I- I don't want her to die- I..." Then, it became clear. Like magic, the red head's mind cleared the storm clouds and she was able to see exactly what was behind them. "Oh gods... they're gonna kill her," she whispered. Killer or not, Anna wanted Elsa to live. She shot up and towards the door.
"Wait, Anna! No! She's dangerous- ahh, crap." Kristoff chased after her.
"Elsa!" The red head arrived at the park where they had been before, but nothing was there, not a trace of Elsa. She panicked, hysteria set in on her heart like a disease.
"No no no no no! Elsa, where are you?" Anna frantically spun around and tried to think, but the train kept derailing. "Okay, okay, think Anna, think," she whispered to herself. "Where would Elsa go to hide?" She kept her assumption that Elsa safely escaped, because the alternative was too much.
She thought back to the store, the only other place she had ever seen Elsa. "That's it!"
Just as Kristoff caught up, Anna bolted again.
In no time, she arrived, attempting to barrel through the door. It didn't budge, it was locked tight. Anna stepped back and looked around, determined to find a way inside. She noticed a loose brick in the street and took her ticket in.
"Anna, what are you-"
By the time Kristoff had finished his question, his sister had wiggled a brick free of the street and lunged it at a window. The shattering of glass rippled through the streets and echoed as razor sharp shards hit the ground.
"Okay, no, I am not following you in there." Angrily, the man crossed his arms over his chest and waited.
Anna scarcely heard him as she climbed through, accidentally cutting her palm on a shard of glass. The prick hurt, but she ignored it and continued, leaving a single piece of blood-stained glass.
She ran up the staircase without hesitation. "Elsa! Elsa, are you here?"
At the top of the stairs was a singular door. The red head swallowed her reservations and gently pushed it open. "Elsa?"
The room was devoid of life, save the possible few rats scurrying around. Anna took a short moment to process her surroundings. This was Elsa's room, where she slept, her home. It was small, an unimpressive bed in the corner flanked by a closet and a wooden table with one candle on it. There was a small flame alight on said candle, but curiously, no wax was dripping down the base. Anna couldn't help but notice that there was no window.
There has to be a clue about where she went in here somewhere. She started on the night table, yanking open the top drawer. She mangled the items within searching for anything that would tip her off. But there was nothing in that drawer.
Anna moved to the second, ravaging through just like before. Once again, there were only bizarre trinkets that quite honestly made the red head's hair stand on end. She was about to slam the door in frustration, letting out a frenzied groan when she noticed something. Inside the drawer was a small, leather-bound book. What caught Anna's eye was the crocus identical to her necklace etched into the cover. She clutched said necklace.
What is this? The red head curiously picked up the item, debating whether or not to open it. It could answer so many questions... Why she won't take back the necklace, what the necklace is. After a few moments of ponderance, she came to a decision. I'm not so sure I want to know the answer. Anna gently placed the book back on the nightstand. She slumped in defeat. "Elsa, where are you?"
Making use of the cover of night, Hans loaded the unconscious shopkeeper onto his canoe. It was a long row back, but he knew as long as he kept the dagger in Elsa she would be no problem. Even her breathing seemed to cease. It was an eerie feeling, and the prince couldn't help but feel as though he were a criminal hauling a dead body for disposal.
The movement hurt his chest and wrist immensely, but the prince wrapped a makeshift bandage on his hand and eventually arrived at the ship and called for his men to haul him up. They obeyed and he climbed aboard, carefully pulling the body, making sure not to let the dagger leave its new home.
"Sir?" The captain asked.
"She is wanted for the murder of a member of the royal family. I couldn't allow Arendelle to know I was coming because that would give her enough notice to disappear again." He handed the sailor the warrant. He glanced it over.
"Shall we throw her in the brig?"
"Yes, but be cautious, she's dangerous."
"Sir, I doubt a woman this thin could-"
"She's to be guarded at all times, underestimating her would be a fatal mistake, captain."
The man looked down at the limp body and gulped. There was suddenly something very ominous in the air. "Understood, your highness."