Numb: The Postscript

XII. Destruction

My fingertips pushed on the stone. I attempted to hold myself, using every bit of strength I had.

"Just stay there. We'll be doing all the dirty work for you anyway, Your Highness. But that's what you're used to, huh?"

The guffawing continued.

"We're kidding. C'mon, you! Get up now!" The chaperon had his fists on his sides, "I said get up!"

A kick to my abdomen. I lost balance on my hands, and I curled up on the ground to my side.

"Let's get this creep off the ground. Someone's coming." The guards pulled my arms over their shoulders and the chaperon stood with his arms crossed. The creaking of the door invited me. They sat me down on the wooden bench that barely clung to the chain links attached to the wall.

"See you later... Your Highness," their voices exited through their curled lips. The solitary lantern in one of their hands allowed me to see the whites of their eyes and smiles. There was a stir in my stomach, and the fine hairs that covered my arms stood straight.

I felt afraid. The darkness. The silence. I couldn't stand it. It only took a few moments for my heart to catch up to my fast breaths.

I was startled by the opening of the door. It was Christopher with his hand grasping a candlelit lantern. He stood in front of me.

"So... Prince Hans of the Southern Isles... Nice to see your, uh," he lifted the light closer to my nose, "...Face. Uh, what happened?"

I looked away, but grinned, "...'Tis but a scratch."

"Fine. Be that way, Hans. I'm only here because I believe we have some interrogating to do."

"Is that your duty? What a fine responsibility you hold for this kingdom," I clapped my hands and raised my brows, "And at first I thought you only talked to reindeer, Christopher."

"It is a fine responsibility! I- Wait... Did you call me 'Christopher?' The name's Kristoff, mind you."

"Okay then, Kristoff. Amuse me."

He sighed, "First of all, I deserve some respect from someone like you."

"Go on."

"Listen here, punk. And you better listen well because I'm not going to repeat every point I make, capisce?" I nodded carelessly. He continued, "Good. Now... Let's see... Were you stupid enough to get caught?"

"No, I turned myself in."

"Wow, that's even more stupid."

I shrugged my shoulders, "I honestly don't care. Not even a little."

"I'm saying it's even more dumb because you're basically digging your own gr-" he stopped and exhaled loudly. He stared down on me, "You're really something, princie. You-"

"Don't call me that. Now that's stupid."

"Well, excuse me, princie! I can't seem to remember 'Hans' that well..."

An awkward silence replaced the commotion.

I spoke up, "But..."

"Okay! I just like calling you 'princie!' It makes me feel good inside, so leave me alone."

I gave a whiny sigh and dug my face into my palms.

"I don't see what you're trying to tell me, princie. Come on. Seriously. Stop trying to make me feel bad for you... Which I don't!"

"Uh-huh, whatever, Christopher."

"You're seriously doing that right now? Do you want me to leave?"

"Please do."

He started for the door but he stopped himself, "Nice try, princie. You see, I'm not here to do what you want either. It's just not gonna happen. Nuh-uh. Nope. No siree. Nei-"

"Will you shut up for once in your life?"

"Aw, is Prince Poopy Pants cranky?" Kristoff engaged in annoying baby talk, "Here, I got a little something that will make Prince Poopy Pants all better." He walked out of the cell. Finally.

To my surprise, he walked back in with a lute in hand a few moments later. He placed the lantern on the ground. I was already tired of this guy the moment I saw his face. I'm just tired, period.

"Now, for some classic entertainment!" He started to strum at the strings of the lute.

Princie thinks he's better than Kristoff

Isn't that a huge, fat lie!

Princie will hurt you

With his words and his... perfume

Oh, princie, is that a tear in your eye?

This man-boy is making no sense at all. He stopped the music, "Princie, you gotta help me out here. Lyrics aren't my specialty."

"Then you should stop. When I said 'amuse me' I didn't mean that."

"Fine then. Ready for some questions again?"

"Anything that will keep you away from singing that horrid thing you call 'classic entertainment.'"

"Fair enough," he put the lute down and leaned against the wall, arms crossed, "Tell me why, princie."

"Why what?"

"Why you did this. Why did you turn yourself in?"

"Well, I am the hero who is going to save Arendelle from destruction."

"And what is this 'destruction?'"

I picked up my head, narrowed my eyes, and smiled, "Me."

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