Princess Anna's laughter echoed through the halls as the asylum staff forced her onto the bed and restrained her…
Three months earlier.
It was a normal day in Arendelle. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and Anna was standing on the castle balcony, smiling as Kristoff embraced her. Suddenly, she started to look around, as if looking for something. "Do you hear that?" she asked. Kristoff, confused, asked her what she was referring to. "I… I thought I just heard a faint voice… must be my imagination." She said, shrugging it off. Kristoff asked, "Do you know what it said?" Anna shook her head, "No."
Over the next month, Anna was having nightmares. One particularly bad one woke Anna up, screaming. Kristoff woke up with a start. When he saw his wife sitting up in bed, breathing heavily and frighteningly shaking, he embraced her, calmly saying, "It's okay. What is it?" Before Anna could respond, Elsa burst into the room, shouting, "What was that!?" Anna ran to Elsa in tears and hugged her tightly. "Elsa! You're alive! Thank goodness!". Elsa was confused. "Of- Of course I'm alive. Why wouldn't I be?" Anna was still shaking as she explained that she had a nightmare that she had killed her sister. "What? Killed me? Why would-", Elsa started. Anna interrupted her, her voice filled with panic, "I don't know! This and the mysterious voice, I… I don't know what's happening with me!" Kristoff walked over and hugged Anna. "It's okay. We'll figure it out.. I promise."
The next month, the citizens of Arendelle noticed a change in Anna's personality. She became less of her usual friendly self and more… sadistic, insulting anyone who crossed her path. The citizens of Arendelle began to fear Anna. One day, Kristoff saw Anna coming out of the East Wing of the castle, which was used for observing and creating art by the royal family. Kristoff, happy to see Anna seemingly back to normal, stopped to talk with her. "Ah, doing some painting, I see. Good for you!" An oddly unsettling smile crept across Anna's face, but Kristoff ignored it. "Yeah. Figured it was time I did something productive.", she said. Kristoff noticed that Anna's finger was bleeding. When he asked her what had happened, Anna just shrugged and said, "Oh, I just cut myself a little. No big deal." Then, she walked off. Kristoff was curious to see what his wife had been painting. He walked into the East Wing and immediately noticed something was terribly wrong. On an otherwise blank canvas, the words sent chills down his spine. "SHE WILL DIE WITHIN THE NEXT MONTH" was scrawled in blood, and below the canvas was the only supply Anna had needed: a knife, the tip stained with blood.
Over the next month, Kristoff had told Elsa to be on her guard and to watch out for Anna. He spent countless days trying to get Anna to snap out of whatever she was going through, but it seemed useless. On a particularly rainy night, Kristoff woke up to get some water. He saw Anna in the middle of the hallway, staring blankly at the wall. Kristoff called to her, slightly on edge, "Anna, what's going on? Are you okay?" Anna slowly turned towards Kristoff, her smile more disturbing than ever. "I finally figured out what the voice was saying… It was instructions… instructions for my next masterpiece. She was a great project. The screams were a bit distracting, though." Then, she started to laugh. Deeply unsettling laughter. Kristoff, fearing the worst, rushed past Anna and into Elsa's room, but what he saw almost made him sick.
Kristoff stared at Elsa. Or, at least, the shapeless lump of flesh that used to be Elsa. Blood dripped from the stitches that Anna had used to sew Elsa's chopped up body together in a random mess of body parts. It truly was a work of art, at least Anna thought so as she laughed hysterically.
Sensing that Anna was a danger to Arendelle, Kristoff ran to the nearest madhouse and desperately asked for Anna to be committed.
Princess Anna's laughter echoed through the halls as the asylum staff forced her onto the bed and restrained her. There was no doubt in thier minds: Anna had gone mad. Anna spent her days in a straitjacket so she couldn't hurt the staff or the other patients. Kristoff frequently visited, but it was from behind a pane of glass. Every time Anna saw her husband, she would start laughing and pounding on the glass with her head, as if trying to get to him, perhaps, to kill him as well. Eventually, Kristoff spoke with the staff and made a heartbreaking decision for the good of Arendelle: the decision to labotomize the psychotic princess. Tears welled up in Kristoff's eyes and he turned away, as he couldn't bear to watch the grisly operation. Anna was now a shell of the fierce woman she once was, and Arendelle was forever changed.
