The sound of footsteps from behind the metal door echoed around the dungeon and inside Elsa's ears. Step….step….step…..step… She quickly shot her head up to face the metal door. The sounds grew louder bit by bit until suddenly, they stopped. When she heard the jingle sounds of keys, she stood up, then her face lit up with hope when she heard the sounds of keys being twisted and locks being opened. Papa came back for me! He came back for me!
The door opened. Her heart raced, and her father appeared. "Papa!" She ran towards him, her arms spread wide, her eyes full with joy and hope, then suddenly, she froze in place and her face fell to confusion when another, strange creepy man appeared next to her father.
He was wearing black shredded robes, a rope tied around his waist to what looked like it was meant to be a belt. He was an old skinny man with grey curly, messy hair covered the sides of his head, leaving a trail of baldness in the middle. His eyebrows were bushy, his lips around his yellow teeth were cracked. Wrinkles overwhelmed his face. He had no beard and no mustache. His nose had a maul that made Elsa lift half her upper lip in disgust.
"Papa…?" She asked confused, still staring at the old thing with wide eyes, then her father's voice snapped her to attention.
"Elsa, this is Mad. He's… A necromancer. He's here to help us control your curse." The king explained.
Mad? Even the name made her feel more concerned.
"You have to understand that what you'll receive, is because of your own actions, Elsa." The king continued, "We have to show Arendelle that we treat criminals equally… Even if criminals were princesses." He said before he gave Mad a nod.
"What?" She asked-more like whispered to herself- feeling confused.
Mad started walking towards Elsa, "Come now, little one." He said with a wicked voice, about to reach her.
Elsa flinched away a little before Mad grabbed her hand and started pulling her to the center of the room.
She didn't understand what was happening at first. She gave her father a confused and worried look, but she only received another nod from him.
When they reached the center of the room, Elsa realized that they were actually heading to the strange shackles. When Mad grabbed one shackle in his left hand, the other still holding Elsa's, the idea settled in her mind. These are for me! Her mind screamed.
"NO!" She yelled pulling her hand away, but Mad quickly grabbed it again and she yelled in fear, "Leave me!"
As she kept struggling to free herself from his grip, Mad was having difficulties trying to keep her put while her hands got colder, "Hold still!" He yelled before he finally closed the shackle around her hand and started reaching for her other hand.
She gasped aloud, then, "Papa! H-Help me!" She cried, and Mad quickly closed the other one, making her wince in pain.
The ice that was starting to form on the ceiling quickly melted.
"We are helping you Elsa." The king said unsympathetically, his eyes not leaving hers and his face blank.
"Please!" She begged, then saw Mad backing away from her saying, "There...that's better"
When he let go of her hands, they quickly fell from the weight of the shackles. Mad went behind the door, and when he reappeared, he was pulling a Mirror? She thought before he placed it at the corner.
Elsa was frightened. She tried to pull but the chains were very strong for her fragile tiny muscles. "You see, Elsa?… No ice." The king stated and she stopped her struggles.
