Elsa laid on the dungeon floor and tried her best not to move a muscle, since every one of them ached. Her broken arm was still sending waves of agony every now and then. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much! She thought desperately. She grimaced then hissed in pain when she felt the new wave of throbbing. Then suddenly, her thoughts were distracted by the screams of fear coming from the outside from the citizens. She slowly lifted her head and squinted her eyes at the window when the small light blinded them. She was able to hear some of the shouts, but she did not like what she heard, and she felt confused and worried.
"We are doomed!"
"Snow, snow, snow!"
"Everywhere!"
"It's The Snow Queen!"
She did not understand what they were talking… or yelling about, but she did feel tremendously anxious. How could she ever figure out what was happening?
The Dungeon door suddenly opened violently and the king stomped furiously inside then towards Elsa's door.
And Elsa terrifyingly knew that her question would be answered soon.
"Open it!" The king commanded loudly, his raging voice sent dread down Elsa's spine.
When she heard the locks of her door twisting, her first reaction was to tremble. Her second reaction was to try and crawl away but she couldn't since her arm was broken and she couldn't use it for support. When she discovered that she was hopeless, she started hyperventilating in terror.
The door opened, and the nightmare began.
The king entered then closed the door behind him, but she was shocked and terrified when he locked it from the inside; he never did that. And that couldn't mean any good sign. Not that it wasn't already obvious.
The King's back was turned to her. He was facing the door and when he finished locking it, he spoke three words. Three words that sounded the most intimidating and holding huge wrath. She never heard such a tone of her father's voice, and she felt utterly frightened.
"Turn it back." The King's words were.
She did not understand what he was talking about, she shook her head questionably in confusion.
"W-What?" She asked, scared.
The king suddenly turned to face her. His eyes were flaring with rage and his fists were clenched so tight, they almost turned pale. "I said turn it back!" He yelled then suddenly started storming towards her.
Elsa gasped and tried to back away but he caught her chains and pulled her back roughly. "THE WINTER YOU CREATED!" He yelled then slapped her and she yelped, "TURN ARENDELLE BACK!"
"P-Papa! I-I don't understa-" She was saying when the king grabbed her by her hair.
"Arendelle is stuck in a sudden winter! The whole kingdom is covered in snow! OH! I wonder whose fault was that!?" He said mockingly, then, "Remove the winter! Thaw Arendelle right now! Or I swear you'll beg to go to hell itself!" He said intimidatingly, his hand was still gripping her hair tightly.
Elsa tried to shake her head in his harsh grip, "Papa… I-I… I don't k-know how!" She replied while her voice shook and cracked in fear.
"Lying bitch!" The king yelled, then growled in rage before he pushed her back on the floor and moved to remove her shackles. When he grabbed her wrists, Elsa whimpered loudly in pain-since her arm was still broken- then turned her head and closed her eyes, not wanting to see her father's.
The king ignored her cries and loosened the shackles then threw them aside before they landed with a loud crash.
"Get up." He commanded with a flaring voice.
