A/N: Sorry for the delay, I've been busy with a rather difficult summer class and work. Here it is! I'm off to vacation for a week, so the next chapter will probably take 10-14 days, sorry in advanced for the slow update!

Elsa's head throbbed as her vision blurred back into being. For several seconds, she didn't know where she was. That is, until iron bars slid into focus. Shit. She tried to get up, but her side screamed in pain and she collapsed to the ground. "Ah!"

"Don't even think about trying to escape." Hans' smug voice made Elsa's head split in two. She winced, breathing hard and grasping her wound. The prince continued. "We're on a ship and the sun's out, there's nowhere for you to run.

They locked eyes.

All Elsa could think about was feeding. The hunger pains were the worst of her ailments. "Y-you'll regret this."

Hans smirked. "Guards! Make sure this prisoner doesn't try to escape." The man walked away, replaced by one of his goons.

Elsa focused her mind on her impaled side and closed her eyes. She started reciting the most potent healing spell she could remember. It took hundreds of repetitions and over an hour, but she finally made progress on her wound. She could feel the flesh just beginning to bind back together, closing the infliction enough to stop the bleeding. The shopkeeper looked at her hands. They were coated in her own blood. The smell reminded her of Anna's blood and she felt her stomach turn in on itself.

Now to get out. She had to wait until night, then she'd make her move.

Elsa hobbled to the iron bars when she was sure the sun had set. Her injury no longer pestered her so insistently. She clenched the offending metal rods as if to try to squeeze between them.

"Hey, back up, Prince Hans said to watch you carefully."

As innocently as she could muster, the shopkeeper slumped. "Do you really think I could escape? What do you think I'm gonna do? Bend the bars?"

The man was clearly unamused and stood his post. He was just out of arm's reach.

"A big man like you could easily overpower me..." She left the innuendo sitting between them like an elephant. There was no detectible response, which considering Elsa's power of perception, was impressive. In her experience, prison guards were pigs, especially when it came to female prisoners. These guys are well trained.

She drew a line along iron with her finger. "It's just been so long since I've been with a real man..."

"Keep your mouth shut."

Elsa frowned and furrowed her brows. This isn't working. She flaunted her frustration and shook the bars, generating a rather loud noise.

The guard turned and extended his arm slightly as he yelled at the thin woman, allowing his hand to stray just within reach of Elsa. That was his fatal mistake. "Hey!"

In a fraction of a second, the shopkeeper grabbed the guard's hand and yanked forward, whacking his cheek against wrought iron. "Agh-" Elsa covered his mouth with her free hand. The man was unyielding, struggling like a wild animal, but it mattered not.

Over muffled screams, Elsa whispered "If only you would've fallen for it," into his ear. "Then you'd have lived." The guards eyes bulged and he whimpered through his covered mouth.

Elsa slid her arm around his neck, clutched his mandible, and yanked it back around. A resounding crack filled the cell and the guard fell limp to the floor. She noticed blood trickling from his nose from when she slammed him against the bars and was once again reminded of her starvation.

She braced her back against the wall and a leg against a rod of the jail cell. She focused all of her energy, prepared for serious work, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. "Hnngg-" She groaned and pushed as hard as she could, every muscle in her body exerting as much as it could muster, running her as dry as the desert.

The subtle creaking of metal replenished her energy supply just enough to keep going. The bar was bending.

Several seconds later, she collapsed like a sack of sand on the floor and tried to catch her breath. Get up, come on, get up!

Loud creaking woke up the captain in his chambers. He grabbed his sword and a candle and went to investigate. He descended under the deck, through the mens' sleeping quarters, and farther into the dark ship.

At the bottom most layer was the jail. The captain silently made his way towards it. His heart sank like an anchor to the blackened depths below when he saw what appeared to be the corpse of one of his men. Quickly, he checked said sailor's pulse, taking note of the fresh blood plastered on his nose. He's gone.

He then noticed the bent bar in front of him. Chilled nerves crawled down the back of his neck like thousands of baby spiders. It simply wasn't possible for any human to do such a thing, especially someone who had been stabbed.

As he inspected the damage, a blurred shadow silently retreated behind him. He whirled and thrust the candle forward. The darkness retreated like an army in defeat, but nothing presented itself. He wondered what the Prince had captive.

Elsa easily snuck passed the sleeping sailors and onto the deck. She ran to the edge of the boat and stared into the water below. It was choppy, splashing against the side of the boat. The darkness boasted an infinite number of possibilities for what lie below the surface.

The woman took a deep breath and closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself. This is going to be tough. She glanced at the moon. Six hours. I have about six hours. I need to get the dagger.

"Hey!" Hans' voice shook Elsa from her concentration. He was diving towards her, the captain of the ship in hot pursuit. It was now or never. Without farther hesitation, she jumped.

"No!" The prince smashed into the railing, fingers just missing his prisoner's feet. "Dammit!" He heard a splash and slammed his good hand against the wood in anger as if it would recapture Elsa. Steam vented into his head, his heart thundering with the force of a tidal wave.

The two watched the water for any sign of the pale woman resurfacing, but none made itself known.

"What was that, your highness?"

"That," Hans grumbled, "was a vrykolakas."

Anna had been pacing Elsa's room all night. Her mind was racing, slowly realizing the bitter truth that she would have found Elsa by now if a good ending was nigh. The path her brain was on made sleep as unobtainable as flight with no wings.

After swimming as hard as she could for what felt like a lifetime, Elsa finally flopped ashore. She lay half in the water, panting, drenched, and her entire body on fire. Fatigue set in like the angel of death coming for his dues. Her lungs were waterlogged and she was barely able to keep breathing.

Heave in, heave out.

Heave in, heave out.

She tried to get up, but fell face first back to the watery sand with a splash. The shopkeeper spat saltwater from her airways and tried again, this time lunging forward using her legs and crashing into dryer ground.

Had she been mortal, Elsa would have died from exhaustion.

It's almost dawn, I need to move. Move! Move! There was a disconnect between her thoughts and actions.

Slowly, the woman's failed attempts to walk became more and more successful. She'd take a few clumsy steps and then plummet to her hands and knees, much like a baby learning to walk. The faint orange glow of the sun was peeking over the horizon and Elsa's stomach felt like a festering snakebite.

Anna, I need to find Anna. But there was no time. Her store was closer, feeding could wait another day. Being caught in sunlight would be extremely painful, much worse than anything she was feeling now.

With all her mite, Elsa fumbled across her feet, then walked, and eventually was running.

The first thing she noticed at her store was broken glass. What? Who was here? Hans took me... could his men have...? No, we were sailing away. This left only one reasonable answer.

The platinum blonde curiously approached the carnage. Suddenly, her olfactory sense went into overload. It confirmed her suspicions. Anna's blood. My lucky day. Her canines once again protruded into razor sharp instruments. Elsa licked up the blood from a shard of glass. It felt like an oasis grew throughout the barren desert of her body. On the other hand, it fed the beast of her hunger, allowing the calamitous monstrosity earnest growth. She hopped through the shattered window and made for the stairs.

Within her room, sitting helplessly on the bed, she found the beautiful girl.

But beauty was in the eye of the beholder, and right then, Elsa wasn't beholding anything but the sound of Anna's pulse.

Anna stood. "Elsa! Are you okay? I'm sorry! I didn't mean to break in, I- I was just worried! Where were you?" She bit her lip, worrying that Elsa would be angry at her for breaking the window and invading her privacy.

The store owner didn't even acknowledge Anna's blatant disregard of personal space. She listened hungrily to the swoosh of blood as saliva pooled in her mouth and her stomach growled like an angry pitbull. She made her move.

Anna saw Elsa step towards her and dashed to meet her. This is long overdue, she thought. She closed her eyes as they met and slammed her lips against the pale woman's. They were slightly cold, smooth, and just what she wanted. It made her heart sing like a Springtime bird.

Elsa's eyes popped wide open and her mind was wiped clean by the kiss. Not an inkling of and ideas remained, the girl's lips made sure of that. Her teeth receded and no brain power was left to process the throbbing of her muscles or the crippling hunger pains in her abdomen.

This is better than blood. In that moment, Elsa had en epiphany: Anna was more important than blood. She kissed her back.

The red head happily took note of the reciprocation and leaned in farther. After several moments, she pulled away and frantically placed her hand on Elsa's cheek. "Elsa I'm so so sorry for running away, I just needed to process everything but you're here now, that's all that matters. Are you okay? What happened? Where were you?"

Elsa locked eyes with Anna and thought for a long moment, carefully weighing each and every option, imagining every possible permutation of outcomes. Her mind was still frenzied by her lips.

"I..." Elsa began, going nowhere in particular.

"It's okay, you- you don't have to tell me, I-"

Elsa silenced her. "No, I- I want to." She grabbed Anna's hand. "I want to tell you everything."

A/N: Leave your speculations below!