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"Hello old friend," a hushed male voice whispered into Sierra's ear. Her eyes immediately widened, all fear draining from her face, instead being replaced by shock. The man released his grasp on her, allowing her to spin around and face him.

"Flynn Rider! What are you doing here?" The short girl squeaked, pushing him backwards playfully.

"I came on behalf of a friend. I'm looking for a certain Queen with certain ice magic," Flynn explained his tone serious but light.

"Elsa? She's here… in the dungeons, but there have been some… unforeseen complications."

"Oh hell, what happened?"

"She can't use said, coveted ice magic," Sierra sighed, "The king here – a disgusting man – had the bright idea of poisoning her so she couldn't escape."

"Is she okay?"

"Physically, she is fine. Although I wonder how much her sanity has suffered having to share a prison with filth…" she grumbled, annoyance bubbling to the surface.

"What do you mean? Who's she with?" Flynn's expression was curious. He knew Sierra from the orphanage he grew up in and stuck with her during the early days of his thieving career. She was a girl of many, many words and was not afraid to voice her opinion on someone. He reminisced to the first time she ripped into him – it was in the orphanage and he had just – 'accidentally' – tossed her favorite book into a puddle of mud. His junior of two years had met his eyes with an angry gaze before berating him at an anatomical level. The choice words she used to discuss his every flaw were distasteful at least but common place in his surroundings. The fact that it was coming from a 'sweet, naïve' ten year old girl was the scarring part. His thoughts were cut short by the sound of her voice, high pitched and laced with irritation.

"She's with the mongrel that enslaved me here… and tried to kill the royal family of Arendelle," she huffed.

"Well, I've got a plan to get you and Queen Elsa out of here," Flynn smirked, amused at the curiosity and excitement on the girl's face.

"Keep talking."

It was the dead of the night when a loud bang woke both Hans and Elsa up. After hearing from Sierra that should a civil war break loose, they were to be executed, unsettled was a feeling they both shared. Panicked blue eyes met green as they both watched a group of three guards open the prison door and grab a hold of Hans' arms. Elsa immediately stood, backing into the back corner of the cell sheer terror on her face. The guards gripped Hans tightly as he struggled. They eventually unlocked the chain around his leg before they began to drag him away.

"Where the hell are you taking me!?" Hans yelled, continuing to fight against the guard's un-breaking hold. Elsa stood silently in the dark corner of the prison chamber with a hand covering her mouth. Her eyes were wide with shock and fear, wondering what exactly they would do to her cell mate. Uncertainty rattled around in the pit of her stomach, unsure of her place in this. If Hans had been dragged off so violently and unexpectedly, was she next? Were they going to kill him? Were they going to kill her? Had the revolution broken loose already? Would she ever get to see Anna again? A silent tear slipped down her cheek as all the worst case scenarios she could think of kept running through her mind.

Elsa heard more movement as terror resonated through her entire being. Although she soon let out a sigh of relief as she saw Heidi run through the door and towards Elsa's cage. Tears stained the teenager's face as she collapsed right in front of the bars.

"They took him… they… they…" Heidi's words were barely audible in between hiccupping sobs. Elsa reached her hand through the bars to stroke the crying girl's hair.

"What are they doing to him?" Elsa's voice was soothing, and Heidi met her calming gaze as more tears fell from her eyes. She sucked in a breath before answering.

"They're… torturing him," Heidi's voice was still shaky but she pressed on, "Viktor, Magnus and a few more of our brothers are watching. It's… it's like entertainment to them." Elsa's stare hardened as she realized exactly how cruel her captors were.

"Do you know why? Why are they doing this now – in the middle of the night no less?"

"It's a show of ruthlessness to show the kingdom that it would not be wise to cross them. If Viktor is willing to torture his own brother, he would be more than willing to do worse to the people," bitter hatred dawned on the girl's features, "Why are such evil animals allowed to live under God when good men die needlessly? I know you have reasons to object Queen Elsa, but he doesn't deserve this!" A new wave of tears fell from her eyes as Elsa tried to console her best she could.

"No-one deserves this type of treatment – not even Hans. Yes he has done wrong, but what Viktor is doing is unjustifiable."

"Maybe if Isabelle was still alive, none of this would have happened…" Heidi mumbled, more to herself than Elsa.

"Who?" Elsa's brows arched, realizing too late she was prying, "I'm sorry you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"No it's fine. Isabelle was Hans' fiancée three years ago. She was a peasant girl from Arendelle. My brother," she smiled sadly, "was so, so, so in love with her… but laws are laws and in the Isles no member of royalty is allowed to marry a peasant. So… he was sneaky. He gave her jewelry and fancy dresses and told Thomas that she a duchess from a faraway land…"

"So what happened? How did she die?"

"Thomas found out on the day they were to be married. He recognized Isabelle's necklace as the crest of Arendelle. He waited until just before the ceremony was to begin before he spoke up. The guards dragged both Hans and Isabelle away to the gallows. Thomas…" Heidi closed her eyes, a tear dripping down her face at the painful memory, "Thomas made Hans watch as they killed Isabelle. It scarred him. It changed him. All he wanted after that was to be king…"

"You were there too, weren't you? You watched too?" Elsa asked with a warmth in her voice like she was calming a small child. Heidi only nodded as she broke down before the queen. Elsa stroked the girl's soft red curls and let her cry. Heidi's sobs were soon interrupted by the sound of footsteps and low talking. They both stood, anxiously anticipating who would come down the stone steps and round the corner to the dungeon chamber. Two guards entered the room dragging an unconscious and bloody Hans by the arms.

"You girl! Open the door!" One guard commanded as Heidi fumbled with the key, hands shaking. Hans let out a large groan as the guards threw him roughly against the ground face first. It was evident he had been whipped severely by the long, lean cuts on his back. His shirt was in shreds and covered in blood. Heidi ran into the cell as she helped Elsa lift him onto his respective bed. Elsa turned to one of the guards, greeting him with a scowl.

"Could we please get some water to clean out his wounds? If he gets an infection, he could die."

"Haha, and why would you care 'My Queen'?" One of the guards snorted, "He's a prisoner and he tried to murder you!"

"True, but he is also not an animal! He is a human being! The homicidal tendencies of this kingdom are ridiculous! Are you willing to be responsible for a man's death? You would be killing him in cold blood!" Elsa wasn't sure why she cared so much. Maybe it was after what Heidi told her. Maybe it was because he had stopped her from making a horrible mistake once. Maybe she was trying to repay him for that? "Don't be a monster."

She was granted the water, and even had him treated by a doctor… after some pushing, and yelling, and hitting. After a while, she was left alone with him again. She was alone with an unconscious Hans leaving her to pace the length of the cell. Again. And again. And again. She was worried, she knew that much. She was worried because she fought so hard for a man she claimed to hate. For a man who she claimed was cruel. But I don't really know what cruelty is anymore now do I? she thought, Not after I learn what people are truly capable of. She found herself staring at him. At his chiseled jaw and auburn hair. He was attractive, she gave him that. But that was his tool. The very tool he used on Anna. He was charming on the outside, but underneath his skin, he was a monster. And she truly believed that until today. Now all Elsa was, was horribly confused.

"Oh, what the hell are you Hans?"