Title: White
Sum: [Vampire!Elsanna] She said that he gave me a gift… he said that I was reborn… but what kind of life is this? What kind of gift is this? I don't want it, take it back.
Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen or its associated characters, I'm just borrowing them for a bit of fun.
Rating: R/Mature
Characters/Pairings: [Elsanna]; Elsa, Anna, Queen of Arendelle, Duke of Weselton
Warnings: This particular chapter features a 'torture' scene. Well… it's actually a good portion of the chapter. And while it's not super-graphic, if violence makes you queasy, I would be cautious.
Notes: Hope you enjoy it.

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Part Two

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"I told you, Elsa my dear. I warned you that this would happen." Came the sadistic and chuckling voice of their older Maker; since returning from Arendelle, the man had since abandoned his disguise. His clothes were now pressed and made of the most expensive of materials, his hair was no longer grey or silver, but a dark black—and his glasses were no longer sitting on his face. He was the picture of danger as he looked on with glee at the mayhem and pain he was sure to cause. And as the redhead vampire sat there, pinned to the wall by some un-seeable force, she couldn't help but feel immensely guilty for be the ultimate cause of the punishment that her Sister was to receive. "Now…" The man's eyes bled red as he approached the white-blonde haired girl.

Blue-green eyes watched as emotion began to flicker across the other girl's features as the man approached. It was well disguised, but she'd been watching the other woman for the months that they'd been together and on a face that showed little to no emotion, it was easy to spot even well hidden sparks of fear and terror. This man frightened the strong woman. The woman that had kept her from so much trouble since she'd been turned in her kingdom by the ruthless man, now seemed to be paralyzed with fear. Her body did not budge. "Good girl." Standing before the taller blonde, he raised a hand up and ran his gloved knuckles along her cheek bones. "Do not budge. Do not move. And maybe… I'll be lenient." There was darkness in his voice, elation in his plans with the blonde woman. "Anna."

Jumping in surprise at being called upon, the redhead moved from her crouch against the wall, standing and looking to the man that called her name. His eyes never moved from the woman in front of him, but Anna knew that he was waiting for her to acknowledge him. "…yes?" She spoke softly.

"Do you believe… that we can feel pain?" Silence was his answer as the girl tried to comprehend the question the man asked. Quietly, she stood there, her mind blank of any thought as she attempted to force it to work—but alas, nothing came forth. And the silence continued. "It seems… that disrespect is contagious." He spoke slowly, his voice low and menacing as he took a step towards the young redhead. "I guess I shall be forced to teach you both a lesson."

"Alyk—"

"Silence, bitch!" He exclaimed out suddenly and the echo of a slap reverberated off the walls of the large chamber they were currently in. Anna flinched at the initial impact, but the pounding in her ears had deafened her to the first vibrations of sound from the action. The echo forced her to turn her eyes to the blonde woman and their Maker. "You. You are alive because of me. You have been given a… a wonderful gift. One that I bestowed upon you. I can just as easily take it away, Elsa. I could just as easily rip you apart—limb from limb—without losing a bit of sleep over it. You. Are. Replaceable." He spoke sternly, his voice echoing although not loud. It was enough to frighten the young redhead back into her crouch against the wall. He was mad. And they both knew it. "Now. Elsa…" The blonde woman moved her eyes to look into the man's. "I need… a suitable implement… as sharp as possible."

With a nod, Elsa caught the redhead's eyes in her periphery and held a hand—palm up—in front of her; all of the heat seemed to be drawn from the room. Anna felt the cold settle in, and her shoulders began to shudder in remembrance of her human mannerisms. Moving her eyes to Elsa's open palm, Anna watched as the air began to solidify into a sharp object. It resembled a stalactite, but seemed to come to a knife point rather than a naturally formed stone-like point. "Will this suffice, my maker?" She spoke in a light monotone. Anna couldn't understand how she wasn't fighting back. Why hadn't the woman turned the ice-dagger on the man? Why hadn't she plunged it into his black heart?

The deceptively scrawny man took the ice dagger from her open palm and examined it with a practice eye. He moved his thumb along the edge of the 'blade' and to the point. When dark red began to coat the ice, he nodded—not bothering to staunch the bleeding, knowing that the small slice would heal instantly. "This is… adequate." He refused to acknowledge Elsa's workmanship. Refused to let her receive any praise. "I expect… you to stay silent, witch." There was no acknowledgement from the woman before the moved the knife along her flesh, and there was no warning as he stabbed the blade into her the meat of her upper right arm—the one hanging prone at her side. "Another." The air solidified into an exact replica of the first. He grasped it and moved the blade up the arm that previously held it and slowly drove it into the meat of her left upper arm.

Her shoulders tensed as she felt the man continue to drive it even further into her arm. Her nerve endings were on fire with pain as he twisted the ice blade, slowly drilling into the bone within her arm. "Another." With another blade in his hand, he moved to her right arm once more and lifted it abruptly, knowing that the movement would inflame the arm with fresh pain as the flesh continued to try and heal despite the blade embedded within. Holding her arm straight in front of her, Alyk drove the blade into her forearm, between the bones and let the arm fall once more. Anna noticed the tensing of her face and knew that Elsa was holding on to the one rule of the punishment the best she could. "Another." The next went into her left forearm in much the same way, but Elsa was forced to keep her arm aloft. "Another." Left side. "Another." Right side. Both just beneath her ribs. "Another." Right thigh. "Another." Left thigh. Still, Elsa was silent. Yet her lips quivered and blood tears had begun to gather in her pained eye. "Another." Nothing happened. "Another." He spoke more firmly, waiting impatiently for the blade to form in her shaking hand. "If I have to continue to repeat myself, ice witch… you will not like the outcome." His voice lowered even further. This man sounded not much unlike a demon.

Slowly, the air froze. Stunted as Elsa tried to keep her concentration, Anna noticed the windows were now frozen solid and the floor was beginning to ice over as well. After a long minute, there was another blade, but Anna knew before the man would pick it up that it did not meet his expectations. "What is this?!" He shot, throwing the ice dagger at the woman, and to her credit, she did not flinch at the action—nor move when the object collided with her tensed face. "Answer me when I am speaking to you witch!" He yelled.

"It… is… an… ice… dagger… my maker." Elsa struggled to speak. This sentence only seemed to infuriate the man even more, as his expression began to grow more enraged by the moment.

"Anna!" He yelled once more. And this time, Anna did not hesitate to stand and call back to the man in acknowledgement of her answer. "I ask you… again. Do you believe… that we feel pain?" Anna gaped, trying to reach for an answer that would satisfy the man. While the man kept his gaze on Elsa, Elsa moved her pained eyes to peer at Anna. Begging her. But begging her for what? To say… that we can feel pain? If… if I say that… will he stop? He has to stop… right? Oh… Please… please let it be right… "Anna! I will not ask you again."

"Yes." Anna spoke.

"Yes…? Yes, what?" He spoke. Anna was meant to add to her answer. 'Yes' was not satisfactory.

"Yes… my m-maker… I do believe that we feel pain." Anna met Elsa's eyes once more. And she was shocked to see that the begging was gone. As well as the pain. In fact… any emotion that Elsa had been trying to relate to the new vampire, was lost. As no emotion rang in her irises. She was once more… the silent and calculating woman that Anna had witnessed multiply times in the past few months whenever their maker would enter the room. Elsa… I'm sorry… Anna felt her eyes begin to blur as she watched the man pick up the ice dagger, with its dull point and imperfect shape, and drag it into Elsa's shoulder.

"Well then. If we feel pain… why does she not cry out? That is a typical response… is it not?" Elsa moved her eyes to Anna again. This time, she was warning. And this time, Anna knew what about. She was not to speak. The man was not asking her questions. But teaching her a lesson. "Is pain… not a human trifle? To feel pain, is to be human." By this point, he had opened the skin from shoulder to shoulder along her front. He moved around to continue his circle, dragging the ice dagger into the meat of Elsa's flesh. Blood was seeping out, only to seep back in. And just as the wound would close, Alyk would open it once more. It was a vicious cycle as he began to speak—still slowly circling the blonde woman. "And we are not… human… are we, Elsa?" The woman remained silent. The name whispered into her ear as he stood behind her. His short stature did not alleviate the fear that she felt—it only seemed to intensify it. "Good girl." He husked into her ear. Again, no response, even as the wounds in her body continued to pain her. "Hmm…" He smirked, and Elsa should have expected it. But the surprise was evident as Anna saw the ice dagger push into the space below her breasts, skirting just below where her heart would lay.

Of course the man wouldn't kill his own collection. But he dared to keep the fear of him alive. To enforce the fear that he only kept them around as long as they pleased him. And he drove this point home as he twisted the irregularly shaped ice piece in the new hole, skirting just below her heart numerous times before jerking the ice dagger out and pushed his oldest Child to the ground. "So beautiful." He said with a sickening smile. The ice in the room began to disappear. The floor thawed and let it with dry tile. The windows cleared, leaving dry glass—there was no evidence left that the room had been frozen. And at once the daggers within the many wounds on Elsa began to melt. Still… no sound came from her lips. "Clean yourself up witch. I have use for you later." He said shortly before he turned to face the redhead. "Now… Anna. Dear." He was back to the sickeningly sweet man that she had witnessed many times in the last few months. It was… always a bad sign. "Should I have to… mar my work of art again… I will not be pleased." Then he turned and left the room.

When the double doors to the dark room shut behind him, Anna moved from her spot and raced over to check on her Sister. "Elsa?" She reached out, slowly, her hand pausing in its travel to the woman's right shoulder. It was a few silent and long moments before Anna's hand was laying firmly over the curve of the woman's shoulder. Still no sound came from Elsa's lips. No cries of pain, no sounds of agony—nothing. "Elsa… I'm… I'm sorry." The shoulder jerked beneath her grip, the blonde seemed to be spurred back to life at Anna's words, and she moved jerkily to her knees, moving away from the redhead.

"Sorry's… are a human trifle. They hold no place here." She spoke softly. Slowly moving her feet, Anna watched as the last of the ice daggers melted and the wounds healed as she attempted to walk normally (resulting in a slight limb) away from the redhead to another door that would lead to their wing of the castle. "You will need to… clean yourself. You must not… displease our Maker. He… he is… he expects nothing less than perfection." By now, Elsa was no longer hindered by a limp and now stood ramrod straight as always. But Anna could still see the blood seeping into her beautiful blue gown from the last inflicted wound. Is it not healing? She… she'll need help…

"Els—"

"Now, Anna." She ground out between tensed lips as she disappeared into the darkness on the other side of the doors. Anna was… alone. Sitting in the middle of the chamber, alone. Looking around, she briefly tried to recall what they were doing before it had turned to… this. There was a long mahogany and glass table that stretched from one end of the elaborate room to the other. The chairs that sat along the table were made of the finest cloth and mahogany wood to compliment the… lushness of the room.

And the table had been set… with plates, and utensils. And on three of the plates, were three perfectly sculpted glass bowls. Two of which were empty save for the remnants of their 'evening meal' while the third, Anna's, was still full—it had been her fault. Anna… is your responsibility, Elsa. Until I find the time to… teach her… she is yours to Raise. She remembered the man saying this to Elsa upon their return to the castle, but she hadn't given it much thought. The same instructions had been given to Elsa on the boat, and she hadn't known about it until Elsa had disappeared for an evening. She never knew what had happened to her—but Alyk had refused access to her until the following evening. And she'd returned, just as perfect and poised as always.

And like a fool, she'd believed that nothing had happened. That nothing had occurred due to her… insolence as he had called it. So she'd tempted fate again. She'd spoken out against the man. And… and Elsa had taken the fall. Anna merely wished to know why Alyk had chosen to ruin her life? Why had Alyk chosen her out of all of the people in the world? Surely there were… better people. She'd questioned his intellect—according to Alyk, she had called him an idiot, a moron. And that was the only insult that Alyk would not stand for. So… as before, he'd taken his anger out on Elsa. Except, this time, Anna had been forced to watch. This… this is madness… why… She moved slowly from the floor to her feet, and walked, stumbling, to the doors that Elsa had moved through previously. Why me? Why… why have I been dragged into this?... what have I done… to deserve this?

Nothing came to mind.

Nothing that she'd ever done in her life had ever led her to believe that she deserved to live in hell for the rest of her life, and it was to be a long one according to the man that had turned her into this… into this monster. Her footsteps were slow as they moved down the carpeted hallways. She would go to her room… and she… she would clean herself, as Elsa had advised.

And when the moon rose the next night, she would try her damnedest to be perfect… to be perfection. Perhaps… perhaps she would not cause Elsa any more pain. But… pain… we do not feel pain. To feel pain is to be human. Her mind supplied her with as she moved into her bedchambers. The door to her bathing room was open, and inside, she saw the bathing tub was filled with steam water. Someone had known she was going to bathe. I am so confused… Slowly, she removed her clothes, first her outer dress. Then her shift, and her bodice. Followed by her garter belt and stocking. And last, her underclothes. Now naked, she moved her hands to her hair. Careful to unpin her hair, she waited until her braid fell from the bun it had been pinned into, before unbinding the end and slowly untwisting the braid until her red hair fell in waves around her shoulders. Satisfied that she was well and truly bare—Anna moved to the bathing tub and stepped in.

To feel pain… is to be human. And we are no longer human… so… we cannot feel pain. Clasped in tightly in her hand, Anna felt the pin that had held her braid up. "Pain… we do not feel pain." She eyes the piece of metal as she opened her hand to look at it. Using her other hand… she picked it up. "If we do not feel pain… then we are not human." Her voice softly echoed off the stone walls once more. With a blank look on her face, Anna drove the pin into the middle of her open hand—and she cried out as pain swept through her nervous system, alerting her brain that what she was doing was not something she should continue to do. Tears quickly moved into her eyes, and blood began to drop from her hand and her face into the clear water. "Pain… I can feel it." She smiled through the tears. With a soft laugh of happiness, she removed the pin from her hand and watched as the blood that remained on her hand moved back into her wound and it sealed itself closed. "I can feel pain!" She softly exclaimed to herself.

Cleaning herself off, she continued to think about this new discovery. She remembered Elsa's eyes during the punishment, they had been full of it… full of pain. "Elsa felt it too…" She spoke softly to nobody. "'To feel pain… is to be human.' Hah. He'll regret the day that he spoke those words." She spoke once more. This time with malice. "To feel pain… is not human. To feel pain… is to remember that you are alive." She laughed. "And I intend to stay that way." Dressing in comfortable clothes for sleep, she moved to the bed. Although it was still early for the day sleep, Anna felt the pull of the sun and she would need the extra rest. The night had been an eventful one. But as she moved beneath the blankets of the lush king-sized bed, one more thought rang true in her mind and in her heart:

"I refuse to lose my humanity, Alyk. You will not be able to drive that from me."

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Author's Note: So… I may or may not be… overly sadistic. I'm not sure if what I envisioned was properly communicated when I thought of the 'punishment' …but… yea .

This started off as a two-shot idea. But it may be a three-shot… or maybe four chapters (most likely four considering how long three is getting). I enjoy writing this… so… there will probably me more stories to come after I've finished with this particular tale. =D

Hopefully, despite my incessant need to be bloody and gore-y and just… painful, you enjoyed Part Two.

Until next time. =D

Chezi Out