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Anna wiped her eyes with her handkerchief one last time before turning around and sobbing uncontrollably.
"It okay Anna" Elsa rubbed her sister's back and smiled sadly.
"N-N-No c-cause he l-l-left o-on the p-p-plane!" Anna shakily cried, rocking back and forth.
"He'll be back soon" Elsa rested her head on top of her sister's.
"I-I-I want h-him n-n-now!" the redhead shook furiously, wanting her Kristoff to run off the plane to Washington and back to her.
"He is only gone for week Anna, it will fine" the blonde wrapped her shaking sister into a long loving embrace.
"O-O-Ok..."
2 weeks later
"I'm ho-" Kristoff stopped in the doorway, smile fading.
"S-Sven? Anna? Elsa?" he looked around the dark room, confused.
He walked over to the bedroom Anna had lend him and Sven. No one was there. Kristoff walked over to the bed. Dirty and unmade like usual, go figure.
"Anna?" He walked back into the hall and into her room.
The pink walls nearly blinded him even in the darkness. There were paint buckets filled with white, purple, and blue. Snowy mountains had been painted over the head board of Elsa's blue blanketed bed and a bright ice castle was gleaming in the purple and red sky'd sunset.
A pair of four stood in the painting. A large reindeer who stood tall and respectful, a mountain man who oddly looked like Kristoff, A young princess who was the same level of awkward as Anna, and a queen dressing in blue, regal and independent. Elsa.
"What...?" he walked over and brushed his large fingers across the dry paint, starring at the beauty it held.
It reminded him of the dreams he'd have as a child, he would be walking across a frozen lake, partner not a human but a reindeer, carrot in hand as he held his tiny ice harvester supplies. Orphan. Kristoff turned, everything outside was lonely and dark, not a soul to be seen.
"Where is everybody?" maybe he was in the wrong apartment. No. If he was then why did it look exactly like Anna's? And why was he painted on the walls? This had to be her home.
He reached for his phone, looking down to his pocket he saw something at the corner of his eye. A note. Quicker than he expected, he sped over and snagged it from Elsa's dresser corner, knocking his hand on the wood in the process but ignoring the speckled of blood that was dripping down his fingers and wetting the note.
I'm back Bjorgman... and I have your little friends, and Anna? Hurry up surfer boy, she's already lost something special to her today.
His head shot up. A bloody hand print was stained on the wall, small and faint. There was only one person who would help the one and only Mad Fiend, and he goes by the name of...
Kristoff ran through the streets, hauling himself over parked cars and making his way to the asylum. The building came into sight, clear and bright, windows layered with thick bars.
He saw the door to the basement and bursted through the basement doors, greeted by the person he was looking for.
"Oh, look who joined the party. Kristopher B." The auburn threw his head back and let out one of his disgusting wild laughs.
"Where are they!" Kristoff roared, balling his hands into fists.
"Don't worry about it-"
"I'll kill you!" Kristoff ran at Hans but was jerked back by a weak yet gentle force.
He turned and his eyes widened.
"I'm so sorry" Elsa cried before revealing the knife from behind her back and forcefully stabbing him in his stomach, twisting and turned until warm steams of blood emerged along with screams of pain and agony.
He fell to the ground, head hitting the cement and causing his vision to blur, his hearing to shatter and only consume a high pitched ringing, and his mouth to go agape and began to gasp for air that wouldn't go down.
Hans clapped his large hands together and stood from his seat.
"Bravo my sweet heart, bravo indeed" he motioned for her to come over to him, and she didn't hesitate.
Kristoff didn't notice the chains that were digging in her wrists and the collar in which the spikes were facing her neck. It was controlled by Hans' remote he grasped tightly in between his sweaty palms.
He undid the collar and the chains, blood dripping freely out of the cuts and all the infected build up along with it.
"Can I see Anna now-"
"how about NO!" he slapped her, the impact of his hand across her face echoing through the hollow room.
"Please!-"
His fist intertwined with her jaw and she was sent forcefully to the ground, curling into a ball and beginning to sob.
"Stop crying NOW!" He kicked her in the back, spine crackling under the pressure of his steel toed boots.
"stop it..." Kristoff chocked, watching as he knocked the breath to her about every time he kicked the poor soul.
A limp hand was placed on his shoulder. He looked up, holding his stomach with shaking hands. Anna, eyes bloodshot, nose broken, lip busted, black eye, cuts coming down over her shoulders and down her slim nude body as she lay sprawled weakly on the cold floor behind him.
"A-A-Anna-"
"Shh..." she whispered, cutting him off and rubbing against his back.
Elsa sobbed even harder as Hans dig the heel of his shoe into the middle of her back.
"NO!" the blonde cried.
"STOP IT! NO! ANNA! HELP ME!" her screaming was unbearable to the ear, it sounded like a creature being continuously tortured, limbs being cut off slowly one by one.
Hans pulled down her pants, the blonde screaming and protest as she tried to escape her fate.
Kristoff turned away from the scene, squeezing his eyes shut and hugging Anna.
"I-I-If we d-don't m-m-make it... o-out, I-I got you t-this" Kristoff opened up his hand and a ring fell out.
Anna smiled.
"I-I d-d-do..." she hugged him weakly.
Elsa rocked in the corner, unable to cry anymore, she was out of tears. Hans buttoned his pants up and straightened his tie. Turned and looked back, smiling.
"Whats wrong? Scared? Go figure" he laughed, Elsa not daring to look at him.
He clapped and she flinched, causing him to laugh once more.
"Innocent little ice queen just lost it all to a real man huh?" Hans smiled, but the blonde didn't.
"Smile..." he snapped.
No smile.
He made his way over to her and bent down, lifting her face forcefully with one hand. With the other, he grabbed his pocket knife and brushed it along her cheek.
"I said SMILE!" he roared, saliva covering Elsa's face as she tried to look away, eyes tearing up.
She looked up at him, pupils shrinking to an awfully small size. Her nails dug into the ground, but just pushed up deeper into her hands causing her finger tips to bleed and the skin to tear.
"I won't smile you disgusting animal" she grabbed his hand, a sudden strength filling her tiny frail body as she came to her feet, squeezing his hand so tightly the skin started to turn purple.
"I want to see my friends, and if you don't let me, every word you say that's not what I want I will break each one of your fingers" her pupils seemed to get even smaller, starring into his soul.
"Wha-"
snap... crack...
He yelped in pain and Elsa tilted her head like a dog; like how Olaf used to.
"Wrong answer Westergaurd..." even know he hadn't said anything after 'wha' she went on and snapped another one of his large fingers, the bones shattering.
"When I said don't touch me inappropriately I wasn't joking!" She snapped another.
"You did that to me in front of my friends!" snap! "My only family!" Snap! "My heart and soul!" SNAP!
"Well I'm done with it!" she let go of his hand and put her hands on each side of his face, then with all the force she had left jerked his head to the right.
His body fell to the floor, eyes starring into an endless nothing as a small stream of blood began out his mouth.
"Adgar..." she whispered.
"Your next..."
Wait... Elsa can say all that? Anna has taught her well.
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