AN: WARNING: A character is assaulted! Mentions of rape!

Also I made a Tumblr account. Follow me at crazyanimationchick.

Also this chapter may go through some later editing. I'm not sure if I like it enough to keep it.

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Elsa's POV

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For a second time, I dreamt of the first time Jack and I met when we were 10 years old. The dream/memory played out exactly like it did the first time I had it, playing out exactly like it had happened almost 8 years ago. Only this time, instead of my phone waking me up, I'm waking up in a different way. "Elsa. Elsa wake up. I need your help. Elsa!" I wake up to someone gently shaking me and saying my name, and when my eyes flutter open, they connect with the apple green eyes of my cousin.

"Punzel? What's wrong?" I say, tiredly, as I rub my eyes and sit up. I don't remember falling asleep last night, but from what I can tell, I had fallen asleep on the couch, sitting straight up. Surprisingly, my neck and back don't hurt. Anna slept on the couch too, her head currently using my lap as a pillow, and upon seeing her sleeping figure, I crack a sleepy smile.

"My crown is gone," Rapunzel says, causing me to wake up fully.

"Wait, what?!" I hiss, a little too loud, which causes her to shush me. Lowering my voice, I continue: "Sorry. Are you sure though? You had it last night. I saw you take it off before we started watching the movies."

My cousin nods, frantically. "Yes, I'm sure. All the boys are gone, so I texted them as soon as I woke up and realized that my crown is missing. So far, I haven't gotten a response from any of them."

It wasn't until she said this that I realized that it was only the girls and I who remained in the living room. All seven of us are here, which means no one took the beds. From the way Merida's neck looks, she's definitely going to be regretting sleeping on the floor.

"Do you think one of the boys took it?" I ask, hating myself for thinking so lowly of them, of Jack, but we have to go through all of the possibilities.

"What? Of course not!" Rapunzel replies, loudly, which causes me to shush her this time. She winces and says in a lower tone: "They're our friends. They would never do that."

Nodding in agreement and dropping the topic, I ask: "Should we wake everyone up and look for it?" But instead of agreeing like I thought she would, she shakes her head.

"No, they need their sleep," she says.

"And I don't?" I crack a smile so she knew I was teasing. "Let me guess. You're asking for my help because you know I won't complain the whole time like Merida, Astrid, and Anna will right?"

Rapunzel quietly giggles as she nods her head. "Yes, actually. They're cranky when they wake up with not enough sleep, especially Astrid. Did you know she sleeps with knives and an axe under her pillow?"

My eyes widen at the new information on my friend. "You're joking. I know she likes her sharp weapons, but to sleep with them under her pillow? That's...extreme."

Rapunzel puts a hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh. "I know right! And yes, she really does. No joke. She told me so herself. Anyway," she points to her other cousin, "you need help getting her off of you? She's drooling, by the way."

I gasp and lean forward to get a better look at Anna's mouth. Sure enough, a slimy trail of drool oozed out of her mouth and soaked into the fabric of my dress, which I am only now able to feel now that I am aware of it. "Ah man. That better come out."

Once more, Rapunzel giggles. She reaches down and gently grabs hold on Anna's head. "Alright," she whispers, extra low, "When I lift her head, quickly but carefully move."

"Whether I'm careful or not, I don't think she's going to wake up." I state, but prepared myself to move carefully anyway. "You could drop her head hard against the cushion and she still wouldn't wake."

Rapunzel grins. "Should we try?"

Now I'm grinning. "No. You're the one who wants to keep everyone, but myself, asleep."

Rapunzel shrugs. "Alright, alright. Here we go." She carefully lifts up Anna's head, and when the weight of her head no longer rested against my thighs, I quickly and quietly get to my feet. I grab the couch pillow before Rapunzel could set Anna's head down, and put it in place of me.

When Anna's head touches the pillow, Rapunzel's hands no longer on her, she mumbles something about chocolate in her sleep, which causes Rapunzel and I to look at each other and burst into giggles, which then shifted to us shushing each other.

"Where should we start first?" I ask, already scanning around the room for anything shiny.

"I'll search the rooms here again," says my cousin as she uses her foot to gentle pat the blankets our friends were sleeping on, "but could you search our actual room? The one we were supposed to sleep in last night, but didn't?"

"Sure," I say with a nod and head for the door. I had kept the key-card in my dress pocket all night and was grateful to find that it was still there, but just as I expected, the crown was nowhere to be found in our room. I searched it three times, only to find the same thing. Nothing.

"I really hope no one stole it," I say to myself to fill the silence. "Edna is going to kill them."

I gently shut the door behind me, my mind no longer on the crown as it shifted toward Jack, wondering where he is and if he's thinking or dreaming of me, but it was short lived when I suddenly see movement from the corner of my eye. I turn my head just in time to see a familiar red-head walk through a door that said STAIRS right above it.

What the hell? What is he doing here?

A lot happened last night, and I might be wrong, but as far as I'm aware, Anna didn't mention Hans at all last night. I didn't see him either. So why is he here now? And why is he using the stairs? Did he take Rapunzel's crown?

Go find out, says my inner voice.

My gut was telling me not to, but curiosity sparked my brain, making my feet move as though they have a mind of their own that I have no control of. I gave in too easily and followed him, my newfound bravery as my guide. I dash towards the end of the hallway before he could get too far out of reach and throw open the door that leads to the stairs, catching him right as he was about to head down to the lower levels.

I didn't have to say anything to catch his attention, the loud door did that all by itself, and when he sees me, the surprise in his eyes seemed real. "Elsa? Fancy seeing you here." His eyes quickly scanned up and down my body, checking me out. "You look beautiful. Drool stains, well what I assume is drool, and messy bed hair is a good look on you."

"Thank you," I say, regretting my decision on following him (which I knew deep down I would), but going through with it anyway, "but flattery will get you nowhere. Unlike you, I know how to stay loyal to my sister."

Because how could I possibly forget about him and Lara locking lips at the Fair?

Hans chuckles and turns around to head back up the stairs. Toward me. A look of primal hunger clouded his eyes, making my stomach churn and my heart pound, but I stood my ground. He knows I'm not fond of him, but I don't think I've ever actually said it out loud to his face. He needs to know that I'm not afraid of him and that if he doesn't come clean to my sister about his actions...then the consequences will be drastic. It's a talk long overdue.

"I'm guessing you saw Lara and I?" Hans says when he makes it to the landing. His hands are in his pockets, posture straight and confident, and a look of triumph was plastered on his face. Does he think he won something? This is not a game. My sister's heart is not a toy!

"I did," I say, trying to remain calm and to not give in to the temptation of slapping him. "At the Fair on the first day."

Hans nods, his stupid smirk never leaving his face. "Ah yes. That was a fun night."

My hands turned into fists, my sharp fingernails digging into the skin of my palms, most likely leaving crescent moon shapes, and I was starting to feel hot with anger. "Was it?" I question, not sure what else to say, but still standing my ground.

Don't let him see that he gets to you.

"I'm curious though," Hans continues as he gins to pace back and forth from where he stood, "It's been a week. Why haven't you told your sister? Surely she would have broken up with me by now if you had. Or is she really that desperate for love and affection that she'd simply ignore my disloyalty? How badly did you and your family neglect her?"

"My family didn't neglect her," I snap as I angrily take a step forward.

"But you did though. Right?" He smiles, wickedly, when he sees the hurt that flashes across my face. I wasn't expecting him to say that. What all did Anna tell him? "Your silence is making me think yes."

Deeper my fingernails went into my palms. "You want to know why I haven't said anything to her? It's because I didn't want it to be me who broke the news to her, thus breaking her heart. If anyone is going to break her heart, it's you. And I? Well I'm going to help pick up the pieces that you shattered. She deserves to hear the truth from your mouth. Not mine. So grow some fucking balls and end the relationship."

I so rarely cuss out loud, only ever in my mind, but this is a situation where cussing is needed to express how mad and upset that I am. That I'm serious! All the built up anger that I kept inside for a whole week is finally being unleashed, and the right person is going to witness it.

Hans holds his hands up in defense and whistles. "Damn, no need for such foul language, Elsa. You should wash your mouth out with soap."

Elsa Winter Arendelle, do not hit him. Don't do it. "And you should use that soap to come clean to Anna about you and Lara and whoever else there is that you've been messing around with."

Hans shakes his head and clicks his tongue. "Nah. I'd rather we keep talking about cleaning you with that soap instead." And once again, his eyes travel up and down my form, soaking in every detail.

I cross my arms over my chest, blocking his perverted stare which landed on my breasts. "This isn't even about me at all, Hans, and I'd appreciate it if you stopped being so immature." And creepy.

"You like immature though, don't you?" He asks, confusing me. "You and Jack-"

"We're just friends," I lie, quick as a bunny running from a fox. A part of me panicked, thinking that he somehow knew about what happened between Jack and I last night, about us finally becoming a couple, but then I realized that he probably noticed the way Jack and I have looked at each other before.

That look of longing and adoration. Purposely on Jack's part since he's been crushing on me for 8 years and unintentionally for me since I didn't realize I was crushing on him until last week. I still can't get over the fact that Jack's been crushing on me for almost a decade.

"And like I said," I went on, "This isn't about me. This about you being a cheating piece of sh-"

"You don't like me very much, do you?" Hans interrupts, not caring for what I had to say, and the idiocy of his question makes me laugh.

"I try to make it obvious," I say, nonchalantly, hoping to piss him off. "Am I doing a good job at it?"

Hans chuckles again, still not bothered by my words, which only pissed me off more. "Extremely. But you know," he takes one step forward, "I like it. I like that the sight of me gets you hot and bothered."

Hot and- What?!

"Excuse me?" I snap, the heat rushing to my face at a faster rate. "I am not-"

"Don't deny your attraction to me. Denial is only a river in Egypt," he interrupts, taking another step. "You can't hate me for no reason, Elsa. The only logical reason you despise me so much is because you want me all to yourself. You hate the fact that Anna got to me first. You hate the fact that I'm cheating on her with Lara and not you."

Oh my god, is he being serious right now?

"No," I snap, my blood boiling but my words cold, "What I hate is that you're an 18 year old boy who proposed to a 15 year old girl. Proposed. As in marriage. And let's not forget that I hate the fact that you're now cheating on her. My sister! Does Lara even know?"

I prayed that she didn't, that she's only tied in by accident because she was charmed and lied to like Anna was, but instead Hans said: "Of course. She's the one who sought me out first."

And of course, I should have known. Of course Lara knew, Anna and Hans were never private after all, and of course she'd go for him anyway. Lara's just one of those girls. Just like her closest friends, Chloe and Lila.

"Lara," Hans goes on, "and I used to date. We're more like fuck buddies really, especially now since Anna doesn't put out. A guy has to find someone for his blue balls, and Lara has never failed me once. Plus, while she is annoying, she's not as extreme like your sister is. Even you got to admit that Anna is too much."

"Shut up!" I yell, my body starting to shake now. "You have no right to talk about my sister like that." But as I scolded him, I internally thanked God over and over again for the knowledge of knowing that my sister didn't give herself to him and that he didn't rape her.

At least...I don't think so. A rapist would never just easily admit that he's raped someone, so he's probably withholding that information. And I swear to God if it's true...if he sexually assaulted my sister...I swear on his life I'll kill him.

However, Anna hasn't shown any signs of being sexually assaulted. Nothing has changed in her personality and she's a terrible liar. I would know if something was wrong. But just to make sure, I'll talk with her about it after this.

With this newfound information about Hans and the sight of his own messy bed hair, most likely due to sex, I ask: "So is that why you're here then? Did you just get done screwing Lara again? Is that why you've been way too busy lately for Anna? You've been screwing around with another girl this whole time?"

He doesn't respond right away. He lets the air fill with silence, until he says with that stupid smile on his face: "No, not this whole time, but I don't want to talk about that anymore. I want to talk about you. You're ten times more attractive when you're jealous."

"Jealous?!" I repeat, incredulously.

"That's it's not you I proposed to or am screwing around with," Hans went on and took another step toward me.

Three more steps and he'll be right in my personal space.

"If it's any consolation," one more step, "I wanted it to be you from the moment I first saw you." Another. "We can change that," there goes the last step, "if you'd like." He's directly in front of me now, within my personal bubble, and flashing me a devilish grin that reminded me of a hyena's. "I'd make you the happiest woman in the world. If you'll have me."

For a moment, I'm left speechless, shocked to my core. Not only is he invading my space, but he just...he just proposed to me! ME of all people! His girlfriend's sister. This and the cheating is going to shatter Anna.

"If I'll have you?!" I hiss, coming out of my shock. And to both our surprise, I'm shoving him out of my space, pushing him back with all my might. "Are you serious right now? Are you stupid? I will never be interested in you ever! Not even if you were the last man on Earth! I can't believe you would even ask me that. Anna's going to be devastated-"

"Then don't tell her," Hans said, shrugging as if it's no big deal, showing no fear of being exposed. "Besides, it's your word against mine. She won't believe you. She loves me." Oh my God, when did she tell him she loves him? Anna, no...

Without skipping a beat, I spat: "She loves me more. I'm her sister. I'm family! "

Hans raises an eyebrow in question. "Hmm. Is that so? Sisters don't push each other away like you did to her. But hey, if you want to risk your relationship with her again then go for it. Just know that it'll be your fault when you're met with chaos. Not mine."

He turns to walk away, but I wasn't done with him yet. "Why did you even bother with her if you were never serious about her? Why waste each other's time?" I call out to him, making him stop in his tracks.

"Oh Elsa," he says, but that's all he says. He turns back around and strides toward me quickly. He didn't show signs of stopping in front of me, so I step backwards in surprise until my back hits against the door.

Words of protest were unable to come out of my mouth due to how frozen I am, and when he grabs hold of my waist and pulls me against him, my whole body turns ice cold with fear.

No! Get off!

But I was unable to form the words.

He caressed my cheek with his other hand and continues speaking. "Didn't I already make myself clear?" He removes his hand and places it on the door beside my head. He then leans forward, toward my ear, and whispers: "I only wanted her to get closer to you."

The hand on my waist squeezes me tight at the exact moment he nibbles my ear. I don't know which action caused me to react first, but as soon as they happened, I'm pushing him away again. It didn't stop there, however. As soon as there was space between us...I give in to my earlier temptation.

I slap him as hard as a slap could be, the noise bouncing off the walls, making me certain that it could be heard on the very bottom floor.

Tears of anger and fear lined my eyes, but I did not let them fall as I stared at my handprint on Hans's cheek, red and most definitely stinging. For a moment, everything is silent, the ringing of my slap a ghostly echo in my ears. Hans's head was turned to the side due to the force of my slap, his eyes wide with shock, just like mine.

But my eyes were unable to see the next events. Hans moved quickly, faster than lightning. It was all a blur. One moment he's there and then the next...he has me pressed up against the door again. Only this time his hands are around my throat, choking me. I squirm in his grasp, trying to kick and scratch and push him off, as well as trying to breathe but also scream for help.

But I was losing.

"Hasn't your mother ever told you to keep your hands to yourself?" Hans snarls, which I found to be very hypocritical. His fingers added more pressure to my neck, and my gasping for air became more frantic, the burning in my lungs hotter, and my struggling weaker due to lack of oxygen.

Oh my god is this...is this how I'm going to die?

Next thing I know, he removes his hands from my throat, the air filling my lungs like heavenly water as I fell to the ground, but the bliss only lasted a second until Hans's hands twisted themselves in my hair and yanked me back up. I cry out in pain and continue scratching at his hands, but nothing I did worked.

And as I struggled, I didn't realize he was taking me to the stairs. I was too busy trying to get out of his hold to realize what he was planning to do, and right as I realized what was going to happen….it happened.

I'm being pushed.

More pain shoots through my body as the sharp edges of the stairs hit my head and back and stomach and pretty much everywhere as I tumbled down. When I get to the landing, I landed on my back, and all I felt was fire. It burned everywhere, and something wet oozed down the side of my face.

Blood. I didn't need to see it to know that it's blood.

I tried to sit up, but the agonizing pain kept me from moving. It did not stop me from moaning though, and when I realized this, I tried to scream, but nothing came out.

A shadow suddenly appears in front of me and when it squats down to my level, it chuckles, sinisterly. "All you had to do, Elsa," Hans says, his face blurry and his voice too loud for my throbbing head, "was accept what I was offering. Now look what you made me do. Tsk tsk tsk. Even the most beautiful of girls needs a couple scars, I suppose. You know, none of this would have happened if you just left me alone. Like you did with Anna. Don't you know that-"

He didn't see the person behind him. I didn't either to be honest. I didn't see this stranger's face, but I saw their shadowy form come up from behind Hans as he was talking. At first I thought it was an accomplice of his, but then the shadow is attacking Hans, attacking him like Hans had attacked me.

I didn't see the entirety of the fight. I saw glimpses of it, but my vision was too blurry to see it fully and accurately, and my brain kept forcing my eyes to close too, which they did a few times until I would force them back open. I need to stay awake. I need to know what happens.

And while I wasn't able to see it all, I did hear it all. I heard the pained grunts, I heard the punches, I heard the blood splattering, but not once did I hear the stranger's voice.

Who is it? Is it Jack?

Unfortunately, the temptation to close my eyes and to keep them closed won. I lost the will to stay awake...

And passed out before seeing my savior...

And if he won the fight.