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Elsa sat in the left back corner of the small prison facing the wall. It was the dead of night and she thought Hans was asleep. She placed her hands on the stone bricks of the dungeon attempting to snap freeze the stone and shatter under the pressure. Instead all that came from her hands was a thin frost that coated the wall along with finding herself wheezing and struggling for her. She felt like she was back on the North Mountain, except then, the height and oxygen levels didn't affect her. Her eyes went wide as she struggled for a breathe, clutching her neck lightly.

"Are you okay?" Hans asked from behind her. She pivoted on the spot, turning to meet his eyes. He saw the fear on her face – he saw her fight for air. And just for a moment, he wondered whether or not he should help her. Oh, how easy it would have been to just watch the powerful Snow Queen die before his eyes. He knew he would regret it though – she was meant to die by his hand, and not anything else. By the time he had gotten over to her she had doubled over – one palm flat on the floor while her other hand was still just below her neck. She felt Hans' grasp on her as he repositioned her to sit against the wall. She watched him stand abruptly, picking up a mug from lunch that day and started making as much noise as possible. The world started spinning before her eyes and she felt as if she were slipping away. As her eyes started to close she saw two blurry figures race up to the cell and then it all went black.

"You, help me get Elsa on the bed! And you get Viktor down here. I want to talk to him," Hans barked orders as he and one of the guards gingerly lifted Elsa onto her bed. Before long, Viktor and a doctor were down in the dungeon. As the doctor went over to tend to Elsa, Hans went over to his brother.

"What the Hell did you do to her?!" Hans shouted – repulsed by the fact that his chance of revenge was slipping out the window.

"Merely a precaution brother," Viktor snorted, "The doctor suggested that we slip a sort of non-deadly poison in her food. Just to give her a fever and disable her pretty ice magic."

"Oh… okay. Yeah, I understand," Hans smiled sarcastically, "You idiot! Give the Queen with ice in her veins a poison that will make her OVERHEAT! You moron! Are you trying to kill her!?"

"Honestly brother, I don't see why you care," the King laughed.

"I care about you making a stupid decision that will end in hundreds of our people dead! You know that Arendelle is aligned with some of the most powerful military states in this region and if they even hear a whisper – a whisper! – that the Isles was responsible for Elsa's death and kidnapping… God! We're dead!"

"You always were a jittery one, brother," Viktor said patronizingly as he patted the top of Hans head, "Doctor how is this fine specimen?"

"She'll be fine your Highness," the doctor informed.

When Elsa awoke, she was afraid to open her eyes – she wanted to wake up in Arendelle castle, and realize that her sharing a prison cell with Hans was just a horrible dream.

"So you're awake," Hans spoke – crushing her thought of her reality being a nightmare, "How are you feeling?"

"Why the Hell would you care?" Elsa snapped, "What happened anyway? All I remember was trying to use my powers, and then I couldn't breathe."

"That's pretty much how it went down – minus the part where I saved your life," he smirked, his ego rearing its ugly head, "King Brother 'o' mine has been poisoning you…" he Elsa eyes widen in shock, "It's not deadly, it just disables your powers… I know you were trying to escape."

"What kind of idiot wouldn't try to?" Elsa glared, "Especially when your captors are unreasonable sociopaths." Hans laughed,

"Now do you get why I came to Arendelle?"

"Yes – you came because you wanted to kill me and take advantage of my baby sister all to get the throne."

"Because…?"

"Because you're a psychopath."

"No, because my brothers are psychopaths."

"The capacity for evil is in your blood. You will never escape it," Elsa snarled.

"And dying outside of your country is in yours," Hans spat back. Elsa stood suddenly and walked over to Hans who was leaning against the bars.

"If you ever speak of my parents again–"

"You'll what – snow-on-me to death? Face it Elsa, you're a Christmas decoration," he grabbed her forearms, "You're no match for me." She struggled against his grip, unable to break free in her weakened state. He then threw her on the ground and laughed as he watched her struggle to regain her composure.

"You're an animal," she breathed – voice barely above a whisper as she rose to her feet. Sharp green eyes met icy blue as they glared at each-other; pure hatred emanating from the stares. Unexpectedly, Hans grabbed Elsa's jaw and pulled his mouth to hers – forcing his lips upon her. She fought against him, but he had a vice grip on her jaw and she was unable to move. He kissed her violently pushing her back against the wall. Once Elsa stopped fighting him, she kissed him back with as much hatred and contempt she could muster. He eventually released – from the kiss and his grasp – with a wicked smile plastered on his face. Elsa dragged the back of her hand over her lips, trying to get the feeling of Hans off her.

"Don't you ever do that again, you BASTERD!" Elsa screeched, her eyes portraying a mix of fear, shock and anger.

"You can't tell me you didn't enjoy that," Hans taunted, as Elsa's palm struck his face leaving a stinging red mark on his left cheek.

"Not. Ever. Again."

Sorry for the delay on posting this next chapter. I've had a few HUGE assignments to complete and of course I left them to the last 48 hours... *facepalm* Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! Thanks for the reviews so far - I never get sick of constructive criticism! :)

Heidi