Fear will be your enemy [Jelsa]

Chapter 2: Love is the death of Duty.

Jack and Elsa, as well as Hans and my OC are finally meeting! Gosh, I'm so excited!

Warning! This chapter may contain some violence.

"Hi Elsa! How was your day?" asked Anna happily to her sister.

"Busy as always." smiled the queen back.

"You know, you really need to get out for a while." spoke Anna concerned when she saw Elsa's pale tired face. "You are way too long in your study room. Some air will do you good. Why don't you go out with me and Kristoff tonight to the theater?"

Elsa was quiet as she thought over Anna's proposal. She couldn't do much about Hans' death sentence, as he was judged in his own country, by his own laws. Along with the head aches about the afternath of the Freeze, she supposed it could indeed do no harm. A little sister-time would ease her spirits for sure... "Why not?" smiled Elsa back.

Anna cheered, nearly toppling the cup of wine over that was close in her reach. "Yey! some little sister time!" laughed the princess, while Kristoff quickly took the cup before it could fall. "oeps..." gniffled the princess as she took hold of the cup.

TJAK! A blinding hot pain spread across his bare back when the whip came down. He had tried to prepare himself for the pain, but he cried out before he could help himself. Tears began to spill over his cheeks when the whip came down a second time.

Hans shook from the pain as he desperately tried to break free from his iron shackles. He couldn't off course, but it was pure animalistic instinct that kicked in,telling him to get away...

"AAAAAH!" the whips came faster now, and harder, and the prince slumped further down, completely drenched in sweat and dirt. He felt as if he would pass out..which would be a true blessing at this point. Anything but the pain...

As the prince was tortured on the square, his brothers watched repulsed to the scene. Even for those crimes, to see their little brother harmed, was too much for them all...

"Father, please" spoke Jurgen with tears in his eyes. "Let him stop."

"Just a few more, Jurgen. A lesson needs to be learned here." spoke the King without any concern for his youngest son.

"Father, he's bleeding to death!" spoke Franz, also unable to see the scene in front of him. The King finally raised his hand, and the executioner stopped. Immediately, a few brothers went forward to release their youngest sibling from his shackles.

"God, he is barely concious" whispered Ulrich as they carefully bended the body to lift him up. He didn't even react at his brother's touches, which began to concern his siblings even more. "Father, he needs medical attention!"

"He'll be dead soon anyway" waved the King emotionless. "Why bother?"

Franz would have attacked his father if his brothers didn't held him back. "Franz, no!" sissed Ulrich. "Don't anger him further. We don't want you too on the block!"

the prince willed himself to calm down, before returning his attention to his little brother. God, his skin was loose, hanging nearly off his body from the lashes! "Let's try to patch him up as good as possible" spoke Franz with difficulty. "Its the least what we brothers can do..."

Elsa had always felt uncomfortable with people touching either her, or each other. She felt quite...repulsed with the fact that Anna and Kristoff were...well, hugging and carressing each other's hands and such. Again, she felt a twinge of jealousy and sadness go through her. If she already had so much difficulty with simply communicating or even touching people, how would a guy ever found her attractive? Elsa began to knit her braid again, a little habitude she couldn't get rid off. When one of the actors of the play made a joke, she laughed along with Anna and Kristoff. the young worried queen shook her head. Relax... just enjoy the play...