Little Things (Helsa)

If Only It Were A Nightmare

(ELSA)

Let me just say, when I was woken up by the guard the next morning, even HE felt bad for me. I couldn't lift myself off the floor by myself so he had to come in and practically pick me up. I stood for a while and tried taking a few normal steps but my legs were so beaten up they couldn't hold my weight. The guard scooped me up and placed me on the mattress and told me he'd be back in a little. I believe he went to Rovan and asked that I be spared a day's work to recover. Unfortunately for me, the guard came back and made me stand up and walk out of my cell. That day was the worst I had in a long time. I made it halfway through the day scrubbing floors until I finally passed out.

When I woke up there was a man looking over me. I was back in my cell, and the man was listening to my heart. I suppose he was a doctor. He saw that I was awake and left without saying a word. I didn't need him to tell me that I should take a rest. He must have said something to the king however, as the next day the guard simply dropped off food. I didn't work that day. I mostly slept, since when I was awake I was in constant pain. The day after I was allowed to rest too. I felt less pain but still was very weak. I was anxious about how much more time I had before Rovan made me slave away again.

The third day after my beating, it was the early morning. I heard my cell door open and someone walk in. I was hoping if it was an assassin they would do their job quickly and put me out of my misery. To my horror, it was the king again. He started speaking about how my recovery was taking longer than expected, and every word out of his mouth made me flinch. I was terrified he would have someone come in again and start beating me. He spoke for a few minutes and then was quiet. I heard him walk toward my bed slowly. And then he sat down on the mattress. I could feel him grab my arm and pull me towards him. My heart was pounding and I fought as much as I could. The last thing I wanted to do was look at my abuser, let alone allow him to touch me. I was so weak I couldn't fight back.

(HANS)

Kristoff really had a way with words. And by that I mean he was really strong, which got the point across quickly. I had admitted my plans to him when he grabbed me off my horse, and now he was telling me I was insane. I tried making him understand that as soon as Rovan heard Arrendelle was launching an attack he would torture Elsa. And then when the soldiers would finally arrive he would publicly execute her just to spite them. My brother was truly an evil person. Or as I liked to call him, an asshole. He had no respect for anything except money and power.

I tried so many times to tell Kristoff that and he just wouldn't listen. He ended up dragging me back to the castle with the help of a few guards. They actually had to throw me in a cell because I was fighting back so much. I was mad though. No one thought that I knew my brother better than they did. They didn't know about the horrible things he did to me. The fact that he killed our father with his own hands. The torture and ridicule I endured. The exile that led me to Arrendelle and turned my people against me. I was happy to be in Arrendelle, but I lost my parents, my home, my people, and my brothers. All because of Rovan.

After I had been in the cell for a few hours and worn myself out from yelling, Anna came and visited. I debated telling her the things he had done to me, but she never asked and I didn't want to make her worry more for her sister than she already did. Still, I couldn't help but envy her ignorance. Towards the end of our conversation, she asked me a question I never thought I would have to answer. I saw a tear fall from her face as she asked me, "Hans. Do you think Elsa is still alive?"

(ELSA)

Rovan had pulled me towards him so that I was facing him. I must have looked terrified because he asked me why I would not face him. I couldn't answer; I both didn't want to offend him as well as my voice would not work. It seemed as though he were different now though. Much more calm, and much less violent. He spoke again and actually apologized for my abuse from days earlier. He asked how I was feeling, but I still couldn't respond. I still wanted nothing to do with him. I tried not to say anything or even look at him. He kept insisting I answer him. This went on for a while until I finally cracked.

"Don't touch me! How can you possibly care about how I am?! You took me from my home, made me a slave, you beat me until I could no longer stand, you have starved me, and you have threatened my life numerous times. You can't possibly expect me to believe that you have an interest in my well being. So either say what you came to say or get out!"

This probably could have been handled better, seeing as he was right next to me, and if he wanted to kill me I would not have had the strength to fight back. However, he did something that seriously caught me off guard. He bent over and starting KISSING ME.

I was shocked. I couldn't have pushed him away even if I was at my normal health, so I just had to take it. And it was horrifying. His hands were moving places I feared them to be, and he was leaning on me more than I ever wanted him to. I feared where this was leading, and I knew I could do nothing to stop it.

I was so lucky however. It was just late enough in the morning that the guard was on his was to bring my breakfast. He saw that I was struggling under Rovan's weight and definitely NOT enjoying myself, and he stepped in. He didn't seem to care that he was throwing his own king off a prisoner, but he did it nevertheless. He stood between Rovan and I while I was trying to get my breath back. I must have been sobbing and looked like a mess. All I remember was the guard shouting at his own king. "Are you crazy?! It's bad enough you stole a QUEEN, you don't need to rape her to prove your point Rovan. It was your decision, against the council, I might add, to send Hans away as punishment. You've done enough to this girl! It's time to move on. It's time for you to step down as king. You are not worthy. You're not the man your father was. And the Southern Isles certainly deserves a better king!"

Rovan didn't take this very well, and tried attacking the guard. It was a fairly swift fight. Rovan went down quickly, like he had no experience with a sword. The guard was quick with his work, and didn't let the king suffer. I was anxious again however; what would happen to me now that Rovan was dead? The guard heard me breathing heavily and asked if I was alright. All I could say was "You just murdered your own king...how am I to know you won't do the same to a lowly prisoner like me?"

I'm not sure if I found his response reassuring, but he simply chuckled and said, "Don't worry. He wasn't my king; he was my brother."