Chapter 4: Pain and Sorrow

2 Months Later

6 PM, September 10th, 1841

Arendelle

The sun began to set over the horizon as storm clouds began their approach on the kingdom of Arendelle. When the news of their parents demise had reached them, they could do nothing but retire to their rooms and let loose the torrent of sadness they bore within them. Their tears streaked down their soft faces as they leaned against each other for support once they had closed the door. Anna dropped to the ground in a crumpled heap as racking sobs shook her body and her tears dropped onto her beautiful dress. Elsa similarly dropped beside her and took her in an embrace as she too cried the tears that refused to stop. Their eyes grew red and puffy with each passing second as their tears flowed and flowed. The room had already begun to freeze and the two sisters could do nothing and didn't want to do anything as they clung to each other for search of warmth and comfort. Their forms seemed so small compared to the expansive emptiness that seemed to engulf the room with nothing but the large bed in its center. The rains that came down felt almost like the sky was crying for their loss as well. What little light had been present from the window was quickly snuffed out and the encroaching darkness descended upon the sobbing forms of the two sisters sitting against the door.

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3 AM, September 11th, 1841

Arendelle Outskirts

He crouched silently as he made his way through the dense foliage on the outskirts of Arendelle. The storm was getting worse and he pulled the cloak closer to his body to preserve what little heat he still had. The rain refused to let up and although the overhead canopy of the forest served to stop some of the torrential downpour, his cloak was nevertheless soaked and he shivered as another gust of harsh biting wind ruffled his already wet body. Making him shiver even harder as the wind made the already cold water feel almost like ice. He looked up from under his hood as he spotted the walls of Arendelle approaching. At last, he was here. When he finished what he needed to do, then his father would see that he was the greatest among his siblings and that no one would have any say in him becoming a king. Born as the thirteenth prince of the Southern Isles and thus pretty much ignored all his life, he realised that without proving himself as the best prince among his twelve brothers, he might as well kiss his dream of becoming king goodbye. As such, after a particularly large and crazy party thrown in honor of one of his brothers, he had secretly snuck sleeping poison into their drinks and then left the kingdom and travelled to Arendelle for the mysterious and powerful object that was rumored to be guarded there. If he could obtain this powerful artifact, then he could prove to his father just how capable and powerful he truly was. Not to mention he had found out just recently that he had a small gift of being able to hypnotize those with weak wills into doing what he wanted with but a mere glance into his eyes. He looked around the forrest and after making sure that no one was around, he drew back against a tree and checked his gear once again. He carried with him is longsword and a boot dagger for his weapons. He also had a small blow dart that he had filled with a sleeping agent which he would use should he need to knock any guards unconscious. His supply of food was dwindling from his travels and he was low on water. All of which he could get when he finally got to Arendelle. If only this storm didn't have to be a pain in his ass then he could already scale the walls and gotten himself into the palace where the artifact was no doubt being guarded. But alas, he was a man of great patience and so he sat against the tree and decided that a few moments of rest couldn't hurt. As he pulled his hood back to comb his hair he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. His eyes continued to dart around even as he raised his flask of water to his lips. When he felt satisfied that there really was no one around, placed his flask of water back on his belt and got up to continue his journey into Arendelle. He pulled his hood back on to cover the majority of his face and began his trek to the base of the walls. As he approached the walls and pulled out his climbing gear, a rope with a hook attached to the end and a loop made around the opposite end meant to hold him, he was suddenly hit with the feeling of being watched again. Hearing a crunch on the grass behind him, he turned around with rain drops flying off his hood and was suddenly faced with twin red eyes with black commas and his consciousness began to leave him as his body crumpled to the ground. As he felt his consciousness flee him, he could only think of one thing.

'Oh' and darkness descended upon him as his body hit the cold wet ground with a thud.

—O—

When his consciousness finally began to return to him, he became aware of his lack of a cloak and his weapons. When he tried to move his hands to rub his aching head, he suddenly realised his hands had been tied above him and that he was dangling from the ceiling of some sort of room. His blurry vision could only make out the dark clothing of a person that stood before him and when he raised his eyes towards their face, he was once again faced with the twin red orbs that had seemingly knocked him unconscious. When he tried to move to gain some distance against his assailant he was once again reminded of his current predicament of dangling from the ceiling.

"Who are you?" The commanding and dangerous tone that spoke to him brought shivers down his spine as he could feel the palpable pressure exuded by the being in front of him. When he made to bring up a convincing lie, the man once again spoke in that same deep monotone that promised pain and suffering.

"Lie to me and I will make you live through a hell you can't escape from."

The carefully crafted lie died on his tongue as he realised the man had seen through his attempt to lie to him. That meant plan B was in order. Channeling a large portion of the power he felt within him, he made eye contact with the man and blasted all of his will against the man.

"Let me go" He spoke in the authoritative tone that he knew worked whenever he used his gift. He let himself dangle as he waited for the man to succumb to his will and come to free him. Then he would use his sword to gut this asshole who had dared to foil his plans. He would make this man suffer like never before. He would use his blade to cut him open and stuff his own intestines down the man's throat as he watched him choke in death. He would watch in glee as the man drowned in his own blood and intestines before beheading him and keeping it as a trophy for this man's transgressions. As he dangled there lost in his own dark fantasies, he failed to realise that he was still making eye contact with the man's eyes and as such was surprised and confused when his surroundings suddenly became dichromic. The ceiling faded away and a red sky took over and as he looked beneath him he found that he stood on nothing but inky blackness that seemed to want to swallow him whole. His panic was only heightened when he realised he was strapped to a cross and the stranger had a sword that looked wickedly sharp poised to stab him. He opened his mouth to plead for mercy when he suddenly screamed out as a searing pain overwhelmed his mind. When he looked down, he saw the sword had plunged into his stomach and blood was spurting out in rivers as the man pulled the blade from his body. When he thought that was all the man was going to do, he once again screamed as the blade was plunged into his kidney and out of his tear-filled eyes, he was suddenly aware of there being two strangers with swords. The second stranger also plunged his blade into his other kidney and he couldn't help but scream again as the pain racked his body and he began convulsing. They pulled out the blade and plunged them into his body over and over and over again before a voice called out.

"72 hours, 59 minutes, and 59 seconds remaining."

'What? What is he talking about?' His pain filled mind questioned before it was silenced when the blades plunged into his lungs and he coughed up blood as the pain filled his body and made his mind scream in agony. His scream died in his throat as the pain had already robbed him of bodily functions. He wanted with all his being to plead with the man to cease this torture and just let him die in peace but alas he could not even say a word as the blades continued to plunge into him unrelentingly. When the pain became too great, his consciousness was finally granted the sweet reprieve to leave and with one final thought he crossed into the sweet realm of darkness.

'Fuck this motherfucking cunt!'