Frosted Feelings

Battered and bruised. That's what Elsa's mind felt like after a tedious day of work in her isolated office, signing paper after paper. She's completely sure she's seeing double of her scrawly signature and has half a mind to call in the next day sick.

Of course she doesn't and ends up working overtime into New Year's Eve, completely forgetting about what was supposed to be a new beginning. It's no surprise then, that when the clock struck twelve and the bells started ringing, Elsa was alarmed to no end and most throughly irritated.

Unknown to Elsa, Hans was sitting in his grimy cell, cradling his newly broken arm after a previous session of beating that had just undergone to celebrate the arrival of the new year. Even with the unmeasurable pain mounted on him, Hans couldn't help but sigh in relief as the first year went by. Now all he had to do was wait for the next. Unknown to him though, his sentence would be considerably shortened in the most magnificent of ways.

(Helsa)