Since Viktor's departure, they had not spoken a word to each-other. Each letting their minds run wild. Elsa couldn't stop thinking about her abduction. To get to the Southern Isles from Arendelle was a 2 day journey by ship – even longer depending on the weather – and by considering that she didn't remember being taken from her sleeping chambers in Arendelle Castle; she must have been unconscious for the entire journey. Maybe some sort of magic was used to keep me asleep all that time, she thought, maybe some sort of medicine? Her mind then drifted to Anna – her little sister whom she was only getting to know after years of separation. It had been six months since 'The Great Thaw' and Elsa hadn't let a minute go by since then without keeping involved in Anna's life. A horrifying thought suddenly flashed through her mind; what if Anna was taken too? She shifted on her bed nervously, suddenly becoming aware that Hans was staring at her. She glared at him before turning away from him, neither speaking a word. She knew he blamed her for his current social status. She knew, however, that he only had himself to blame for his imprisonment. Humanity and morals aside, his plan had fallen apart the second he left Anna alone to die. He had underestimated the time it took for someone to die from a frozen heart. He might have gotten away with the entire sham.

Hans was playing through every scenario in his head; over and over again. When he had found out the night before that he was going to be sharing a cell with the Ice Queen herself, he was giddy. Finally he would have his revenge! When she had first woken up, he needed to aggravate her to the point of violence, to see exactly what she was capable of. He was well aware she had held back during her attack. He knew he had to wait until she was sleeping to attack. He studied her elegant form – she was sitting perfectly still but he could tell from to look in her icy blue eyes that her mind was running wild. Suddenly, she shifted, mindful of his staring. She shot him a hard look of hatred and disgust. He smirked and laughed inwardly that he had unsettled her – forcing her to turn away from him. He watched as she fiddled with the hem of her dress, and he noticed how young she truly was. She had a natural grace about her that matured her beyond her years. To the untrained eye, she looked like any normal maiden – save the royal clothing and crown – let alone a powerful sorceress capable of controlling the forces of winter. Her beauty was astonishing, something he had not properly noticed until now. A true shame, he thought, that such a beautiful creature must die before her time.

Elsa lay on her cot, staring up at the stone ceiling worrying endlessly about Anna. As if reading her mind, Hans spoke,

"So, my Queen, how has your sister been since my departure from your lovely kingdom?" His voice was sinister but instead of fear, a feeling of disgust vibrated through her being right to her core. Every word he spoke was revolting. Even without knowing the hideous crimes he had committed, his tone portrayed the embodiment of loathing and contempt. Elsa sat up quickly and glared at him before proceeding.

"You will not be allowed to speak my sister's name or refer to her in any way," her stare intensified as she stood to tower over him, "You are a pathetic leech, with the sole purpose of sucking good people dry, only to betray them when you are done with them. You are beneath me and my sister." Hans only chuckled as he followed her lead and stood his height considerably more the Elsa's.

"Elsa, Elsa, Elsa. You. Are. A. Prisoner. Your title means nothing here. You mean nothing here. You should accept the fact that you are most likely going to die here." His green eyes bore into her soul, sending a shudder down her spine. She parted her lips slightly to speak before she was cut off by the familiar bang of the heavy wooden and metal door opening. Elsa was expecting the king's bulk to saunter through the doorway. Needless to say, she was surprised to see a young girl – no more than 15 or 16 – shuffle into the dungeon and towards her barred room. The girl had fiery red hair – much like Hans' – and blue eyes. She wore a tight scarlet dress that came down below her knees that caused her to resemble that of a wench. She carried a tray with steaming soup and a tall mug of beer. Only at the sight of the food, had Elsa realized how hungry she was. She hadn't noticed that Hans had moved away from her until she noticed him talking to the girl.

"Have you heard anything?" Hans asked as he stuck his arm through the bars to balance the tray of food while the girl unlocked the cell door.

"No Hans, I'm sorry. I haven't heard anything," the girl sighed apologetically, she walked into the small cold room tray in hand. She set it down on the floor as she continued, "Magnus was talking about you finally having some company down here," she nodded towards Elsa, "but you already know that. I'm sorry brother. I wish there was more I could do." Elsa's eyes widened as she heard the girl refer to Hans as 'brother'.

"Hey, I don't want you putting this on yourself, Heidi. You've already saved me from the revolting prison food that was previously forced upon me," Heidi nodded shyly.

"I'll make sure Sierra brings you breakfast tomorrow. She may know something I don't." She hugged her brother tightly before turning on heel and running out of the dismal prison. Hans turned away from the barred door to see Elsa sitting on the floor eating the hot soup like she was at a formal banquet. Hans leaned down to pick up his own bowl and slurped it down like it was nothing. Elsa rolled her eyes in disgust and muttered "peasant" under her breathe. She abruptly stood – having finished her dinner – and went to lie down on her rather hard, rather uncomfortable bed.

"Why did you not tell Anna you had a sister," Elsa asked icily. Hans eyed her before speaking.

"I thought I was not allowed to speak of Anna in any way," he retorted.

"Answer the question."

"My sister," he paused, "is the only descent human being I know. I would do anything to keep her safe." His tone was artificial and she knew in an instant that he was lying.

"I don't believe you."

Hans sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically.

"She was disowned by Thomas and stripped of her title when she refused to be married off to an unknown dignitary. She was left with a choice; be banished from the kingdom or stay and be forced to work in the palace as a maid."

"I cannot lie and say she made the right choice," Elsa sneered.

"I convinced her to choose the latter – said I would keep her safe from the wrath of my brothers should she cross them," Hans sighed as he sat down on his own bed facing Elsa across the width of the room.

"And how's that working out for her? You being her protector? That's a hard job to do when you're locked away in a dungeon," the Snow Queen snickered.

"Plans changed," he glared, "when a stupid little princess and her witch of a sister got in my way."