A/N: Trigger warning - Contains references to rape.

Pain ripples through Anna's face as she lunges headfirst into the ice wall. Shards of ice spray in all directions, but the girl stares directly into Rapunzel's red eyes, pulsating with a dark energy. Leaping again, Anna slams into Rapunzel with gargantuan force, sending the pair smashing through the wooden flooring.

"Why?" Anna screams, picking Rapunzel by the neck and slamming her into the ground. Tears spring from her eyes as she unleashes a flurry of punches into Rapunzel's face, until all that's left of her is a crumpled body lying in a crater of shattered wood. Dashing back through the icy fog, Anna slides beside her sister's limp body and cradles her head.

"No, no!" Anna shrieks, watching Elsa's eyes roll back in her skull. The warmth of her body she had been so accustomed to had given way to a lifeless cold, and there wasn't a shred of movement within her. Clutching at Elsa's rapidly melting gown, Anna's heart is crushed when the magnitude of what happened slams into her like a freight train.

Elsa is dead. Her sister, her lover, the one glittering light in her life had just been snuffed out in an instant.

The windowpanes rattle when Anna cries out again. An immeasurable anguish cripples the girl as she clutches Elsa's corpse to herself. The beautiful, blonde woman, who had been the source of her hope, joy, dread and confusion, now finally struck her with grief. Pure, liquid grief which flowed through her veins and paralyzed Anna in her contorted position amongst the shattered ruins.

"Please, Elsa, please, I'm sorry for everything. J-just..wake up?" Anna pleads, each word filling her soul with more and more pain. In the distance, she hears helicopters swooping down on the palace, but none of that matters anymore. They could shred her into a million pieces with their guns and dogs and it wouldn't come close to the crippling agony raging within her. A flurry of emotions tear at Anna: one part of her longs to charge into the inevitable torrent of bullets and end her wretched life, the other side of her wants to shield Elsa's body from the hatred about to rain down upon them, spending her last moments protecting the woman who went through so much for her.

But wasn't she here to go after Hans? The architect of all their misery?

Above the sounds of her own sobbing, Anna hears a whimper. She jerks back from her sister, only to have her heart crushed when Elsa's lifeless head flops back in her arms. But there it was again! A high, unmistakably female voice whimpering. Anna turns and notices Rapunzel's hand still scratching at the floor.

"Rot in hell," Anna snarls, the magnitude of her grief seeping through each word.

Anna ignores the whimpering as the sound of stomping boots gets louder and louder, until she hears her name.

"Anna," Rapunzel whimpers, her voice broken like it were a fragile lily trampled by a bull.

Anna turns, expecting to find glowing red eyes taunting her to the grave. Instead, she sees turquoise ones fluttering shut - no different than her own.

"Anna, please," Rapunzel pleads. There's something in Rapunzel's voice that tugs at Anna, and it isn't the flecks of blood bubbling from her lips.

"You know my name," Anna says, still cradling Elsa in her arms, "how?"

"She l-loved you, Anna, like no one s-she had ever loved before," Rapunzel stutters, each word shifting the shattered bones in her face and causing her to tremble in pain, "including me-"

Silently, Anna lays her sister down, and shifts to Rapunzel's stricken body. Whatever bitterness she held towards Rapunzel dissipates when she sees just how badly she had pummeled her face into the floor.

"You and Elsa were-?"

"It was a-always you," Rapunzel says, "y-you gave her what I c-couldn't."

Anna could see Rapunzel's arm broken in two places, yet the woman still grits her teeth and grabs at Anna's wrist with blood-soaked fingers.

"I'm sorry," Rapunzel sputters, her voice shaking like each word is about to be her last, "f-forgive me-"

"No, it wasn't you, I know it-"

"M-my tears," Rapunzel begs, her hand gripping Anna's in a desperate bid to stay alive, just so she could utter two more words, "save her-"

Rapunzel's hand slips as her eyes flutter shut; bringing with it a tear running down her cheek. The setting sunlight catches in the teardrop, painting the floor in a dazzling rainbow. Anna imagines seeing a ray of pure golden light streaking across the room, but the shifting clouds snuff it out, though her hope remains.

That mere silver of hope is enough to send Anna into a flurry. A rumble echoes through the hallway, followed by the noise of shouting. Anna looks up to see the enormous mahogany double doors trembling as soldiers on the other side pry at it. She touches a palm to Rapunzel's blood-splattered cheek, and wipes the tear into her palm. Sliding over to Elsa, Anna smears a wet palm upon her sister's face.

Anna recoils from the sudden warmth blossoming through her hand, and shields her eyes from the tendrils of pure light radiating from Elsa's face. Blinding heat sears into Anna's skin, before the ground trembles as alternating frost and fire emanate from Elsa's body. Crawling away from the spectacle developing before her, Anna gasps at the enormous angel-like wings sprouting from her sister's shoulders.

At last, Elsa's eyes open to the rays of light still streaking from her body, curls of fog swirling around her blue irises.

"Elsa!" Anna shrieks, ignoring the biting cold as she throws herself over Elsa's body, "I-I thought I lost you-"

Anna's heart explodes with joy as she clutches Elsa to herself so tightly that snow spews out of her nostrils. Digging her icy nails into Anna's forearms, Elsa feels the infectious joy vibrating within her bones, but try as she might, fails to make sense of the situation.

"What just...happened?" Elsa slurs, clutching at her forehead. She spots Rapunzel's body a foot deep in the broken ground, and flinches at the zing of a bullet zipping past her head.

"Get them!" voices echo through the hallway, cut off by the noise of gunfire. A craggy ice wall erupts from the ground as Elsa drags her stricken body away from the stomping boots approaching them. She tries to stand, but slumps into Anna's arms.

"C'mon Elsa, we've got to get away-"

"I can't...I can't feel my legs-"

With a grunt, Anna flings Elsa over her shoulder and charges out the room, ignoring the sudden pang of agony rippling through her belly. She makes it several yards down another corridor before catching her foot in a rug and tumbling to the ground. A scream escapes her lips when she hears the sickening thud of Elsa's head hitting the wall and leaving a dent in the mahogany paneling.

"No!" Anna shrieks when she sees Elsa's eyes fluttering shut. A sudden crack echoing through the corridor sends Anna whirling around, and she resists the urge to scream at the sight of soldiers hammering away at the bottom corner of Elsa's ice wall. Before long, a hole appears through the wall, and the snout of a dog appears. To her horror, the beast rips through the wall like it were made of plywood. Staggering backwards at the sight of three more dogs appearing through the hole, a stifled shriek catches in her throat when the beasts catch wind of her blood and streak towards her. Their fangs glint in the setting sun; shimmering saliva dripping from their canine jaws.

Within seconds, the first dog slams into Anna and lunges for her throat. She rips its jaws apart a split-second before another sinks its teeth into her leg. A burst of fiery pain spurts up Anna's shin, sending her brain into a blur. All of a sudden, memories of her dark days strapped to a chair surge through her mind. She barely comprehends her own hands tearing apart bits of genetically mutated dog flesh before staggering backwards from the shredded animals in front of her.

Gasping for air, Anna reels from the vivid memories ebbing through her head. She slumps to the ground, dragging her bleeding leg. The sight of Elsa stirring from her haze steadies her breathing.

"Anna, Anna," Elsa gasps, looking at the trail of her sister's blood slick against the floor, "you're hurt-"

"Um, hello? Didn't you just like, I don't know, died?" Anna shoots back.

"I'm ok, I'm ok, I just need a second, my head hurts," Elsa whines, clutching her head.

"We don't have a goddamned second, or third, or fourth!" Anna snarls, before hitting the ground when bullets whizz over them. Unlike Anna, the noise of gunfire sharpens Elsa's instincts. She crawls beneath the hail of bullets and touches Anna's ankle, freezing her wound solid. Flipping her sister over, she grimaces at Anna's eyes screwed shut in a contorted panic attack; hands clamped over her ears. Elsa drags her sister away from the field of fire right before a blast of cold wind sends them buckling over. Silhouettes of soldiers emerge through the hole they had blown into Elsa's ice wall, right before a wave of ice slams into them.

Fastening a hand on Anna's clothes, Elsa's pulls her sister into her arms and swoops into the air on her wings.

"Please, please, hold me," Anna begs in a panic-induced delirium. Every trace of Anna's disgust and grief from earlier melts into comfort as she wraps her arms around Elsa's warm body. It takes a moment for the utter feeling of safeness to wrap around Anna's mind, but when it does, she can't resist but shed a tear at the relief it brings. The sensation lasts for mere seconds before she feels her feet being placed onto the ground again.

Wincing at the hurt, Anna stares as Elsa walks up to a large door and kicks it open. The windowed corridors from earlier are gone, replaced with black marble walls, illuminated by chandeliers. They must be in the very heart of the palace.

"Hans's office, he should be cowering in there somewhere," Elsa snarls, "can you walk?"

"Yes, I'm alright," Anna mutters, putting some weight on her hurt leg and trying not to let it show when pain flashes through her brain. She'd have thought the luxuries from earlier would've numbed her brain, but the opulence of Hans's office takes her breath away one more time. Mahogany bookshelves line the walls, crammed to the edges with books and papers. Gold-lined teak desks fill the centre of the room, each one lit by crystal lamps. Everywhere, stacks of overturned papers and partially burnt books flutter across the tables and floor.

"Shit, they must've left in a hurry," Elsa mutters, pointing at a half-eaten breakfast on the table, "he's probably not here either."

A gust of wind fills the room as Elsa flies to the very end of the office and blasts open the door to Hans's study. Turning from its emptiness, she recoils at the sight of a chair moving on its own accord.

"What, what is it?" Anna shouts across the room. Ignoring the pain in her leg, she trots over to the chair and flings it away, revealing a state bureaucrat hiding beneath his desk. She reaches for his collar and yanks him from his hiding place. The man's glasses fly from his face and clatter across the floor when Anna slams him onto the table.

"Where is Hans?" Anna screams, her shrill voice echoing across the room. The desk crackles with frost as Elsa freezes him in place.

"I don't-I don't know!"

A crunching sound reverberates in Anna's ears as icy thorns emerge from the table. Anna turns to see a wild look flashing through Elsa's eyes.

"I'm going to crucify you right here if you don't tell me now, don't make me do this-"

"I-I will never betray the great leader!" the man shouts at the top of his voice, before tilting his eyes towards his right hand. At once, Elsa spots him gesturing at the fireplace, and she releases him.

"The lab," Elsa mutters, striding towards the fireplace, "it's underground."

Pulling aside a candle-stand, the fireplace rumbles and gives way to a white marbled elevator car.

"U-underground?" Anna stammers, clasping her hands together. Elsa notices the apprehension in her eyes.

"Look, you don't have to follow me," Elsa says, clutching her shoulders, "you're hurt enough as it is, and...this was my fight anyway."

Anna looks at the elevator, and then into Elsa's eyes. She swallows the lump forming in her throat.

"You're doing this for me, the least I could do is help," Anna mutters, looking at the ground, "besides, you might need your life saved more than once today."

"Alright then," Elsa replies, stepping into the elevator. The car lets out a lurch; Anna yelps and throws her arms around Elsa.

"Shh, it's ok," Elsa whispers, soothing her sister's back. Amidst the elevator's rumbling as it takes them deeper into the heart of Hans's palace, Elsa detects a snivel, and feels a tremble emanating from the pit of Anna's chest.

"I'm s-sorry," Anna stammers, "about earlier-"

"No-"

"I don't care about what you are to me, I shouldn't have went off at you like that," Anna whispers into Elsa's hair, "there's no place I'd rather be than in your arms."

Elsa bites down on her lower lip as she feels Anna's arms tightening around her waist.

"I don't want to know what it's like to go on living without you," Anna continues with trembling lips, "not again."

"Look, you don't have to. I'll be right here by your side," Elsa answers, "always."

"After this is over-"

Elsa pulls herself from Anna's arms, and wipes the tears from her eyes.

"Always the optimist, aren't you?" Elsa smiles, "if this is over."

"Yes, then, if this is over, I'd like to-"

The elevator screeches to a halt, and the doors open. Elsa spots the five gun barrels pointing at them right as five gloved fingers pull on their triggers. In a split-second, bullets streak towards them, before everything in front of Elsa disintegrates into snow - the men, their guns, helmets, and an entire armored vehicle. The blast of cold sends Elsa slamming back into the elevator, her chest heaving from the sheer amount of power that's been released from her being.

"They know we're coming," Elsa spits, holding out her arm when Anna stomps past her, "get behind me, we don't know what horrors Hans has hidden down here."

The void of frosty ruin Elsa had wrought lends a chill to their bones as they step past the piles of snow. Severed electrical cables dangling from the ceiling punctuate the darkness with sparks, lending an ominous aura to the wreckage. In the distance, the sudden sound of crashing metal sends them flinching. Unbeknownst to Anna, Elsa's head begins to spin under increasing strain as Hans's impending presence bears down on her. Clenching her fists, Elsa steps forward through the snow, her feet leaving icy thorns as they pass surgery tables and vats filled with acid. One particular tank of liquid holds a craggy four-legged beast, clad in thorns and bathed in a lime-green aura, no doubt another vile creation destined for Merida's control.

"The ground is moving," Elsa whispers.

"No it isn't," Anna answers. She turns to look at Elsa, her gleaming head of blonde hair unprotected against the terrifying, unreal presence of Hans settling around them.

"Oh, no, he's trying to get into your head, isn't he?"

Elsa's clenched fists make little white bumps in the darkness. She bites down hard on her lip as whispers flood her brain, inaudible at first, before taking on an accusatory tone. The world around Elsa begins closing in on her until she finds it hard to separate the real darkness from the darkness in her head.

You left her to die. Murderer.

"Elsa, Elsa!" a shrill voice fills Elsa's ears. She looks up to see Anna's blue eyes, vivid with fear.

"What the-" Elsa mutters, before wiping the blood leaking from her nose, "oh god, how long was I-"

"Just a few seconds," Anna replies, hoisting her sister up from the fetal position she had curled herself into the floor, "which was still a few seconds too long."

Elsa stares at her sister's face, trying to make sense of he panic written all over it. Nothing comes to her, however, besides the incessant throbbing in her brain. When the whispers come again, it hits her like a tsunami, instead of the gentle breeze from earlier.

The spinning stops as Elsa stood in a living room. Not just any living room, but the one she lived in as a child. Try as she might, she's unable to move an inch. Not to stop the flames from creeping beneath her and streaking towards the cradle in the bedroom. Elsa clutches at her hair as the gravity of what's happening strangles her cold. She screams, but it's unable to prevent the soldiers from stomping through the flames.

"Sir! Sir!" a soldier cries from the bedroom, "There's another child in the bedroom, just a baby-"

"Kill it," another voice orders, "we're only after the older daughter."

Elsa sucks in a breath, before hearing a gunshot that shatters the very fabric of reality around her.

"No!" Anna screams, clutching at Elsa as she foams at her lips. In her panic, Anna comes close to taking off her own helmet and putting it on Elsa's head, but hesitates knowing they'd both be dead in an instant. Terror overwhelms Anna, barely soothed by the rapid throbbing in Elsa's chest and the icy sweat on her skin.

"Please, please, don't leave me here alone-" Anna begs, unable to convince the lifeless eyes to break free from the prison Hans had cast over her mind.

A maniacal laugh breaks Anna's grief. At once, an indescribable rage boils beneath her skin and she leaps to her feet, dashing to its source. In her livid rage, Anna fails to spot a mess of electrical cables on the floor; it ensnares her feet and she comes down hard on the concrete.

It takes Anna a split second to notice the helmet flying from her head, and another to realize that the end had come; both hers and Elsa's. At once, a searing numbness creeps up her neck as she feels her own free will ebb away into the darkness. Her hands convulse with wild abandon, desperate to cling onto the final shreds of her own identity. As her eyes flash between blue and red, Anna grabs hold of the cables around her and snaps them like cobwebs. The severed high-voltage cables illuminate her face with a deathly glow as they crackle and pop with electricity.

"Never-" Anna growls. Right as her eyes go blood red, Anna stabs herself in the thighs and screams in agony at the thousand volts of electricity surging through her body.

And brain.

The few seconds of unbearable, glowing hot pain feels like an eternity, but it gives Anna enough respite to gain back her senses. With her skin still sizzling, Anna rolls over and manages to get the helmet over her head in time to avoid the sickening numbness stabbing through her neck. Anna leaps to her feet, ignoring the burning pain in her thighs and narrowing her vision at the singular point of light in the distance. A man comes into view as she approaches him, unshaven and slumped in a swivel chair. Before him laid an array of empty syringes and bottles on a steel table.

It takes Anna several seconds to recognize him as the ruler of Arendelle.

"Why?" Anna screams, her voice shaking the very earth around her, "Why would you destroy the countless lives in Grimfold. Elsa's life. Over what?"

Hans ignores the girl's venomous rant, pulling another empty syringe from his arm. He slumps further into the chair, defeat in his eyes.

"This, ends, now!" Anna snarls, gritting her teeth. She rips off a table leg and hurls the jagged piece of metal at him. The glinting aluminium shaft flickers before her eyes for a split-second before she's sideswiped with ice magic. The frost eats into Anna's flesh and sends her flying into a metal cabinet.

A pair of glowing red eyes burn through the darkness, before Elsa emerges from the fog, her gritted teeth snarling mist. The blonde gives her sister a venomous stare, before summoning a virulent cold into her hands, and rears up to strike Anna one more time. Before she does, the hideous red light in her eyes fades, replaced by blues filled with horror when the image of a frost-stricken Anna enters her vision.

The realization of what she's done sends Elsa staggering backwards. Noticing Hans before her, she stabs a quivering finger into the fog and screams.

"You! You did this! What kind of sick monster are you?"

Hatred blazes within Elsa and materializes in the form of an icy mace held aloft in her right hand, studded with thorns. She had never felt this intensity of hatred within herself before, so intense and fervent is her desire to inflict pain on Hans that she charges towards him without thinking. A booming voice in her head stops Elsa dead in her tracks, and the mace clatters against the floor.

You killed her.

Elsa finds herself on her knees when she comes to, looking back at Hans's burning red eyes searing into her skull. Her eyes flicker at the concentrated guilt crippling her body. Every wrongdoing she had ever committed, real or imagined, burns into her consciousness with such intensity that it stifles the very breath in her lungs and threatens to strangle her soul.

"How?" Elsa stutters, tears streaming from her eyes as she's forced to relive every bad experience in her life repeatedly, all within a matter of seconds, "H-have you, h-have you been injecting yourself w-with the accelerant?"

Hans flings the syringe on the table and continues staring at Elsa, burning his voice into her mind.

I will make you endure countless atrocities until your soul eats itself from the inside. You will live forever with the memory of being violated innumerable times, over and over again. Your eyes will burn as you watch Anna get raped until she begs for her life to be taken from her. Every breath you take will be laced with the knowledge that you murdered your sister in cold blood.

Buckling over, Elsa vomits on the floor as the first images flash through her mind. Raking her nails against the concrete, Elsa utters a feral cry as her consciousness is assaulted by indescribable acts of violence. Icy thorns sprout around Elsa, crackling and shattering of their own will. Elsa makes a vain attempt to freeze her mind over, but finds herself unable to control anything; not her breathing or the violent spasms wracking her body or the screams echoing through every corner of the lab.

Staring at Elsa writhing on the floor, Hans's lips curl into a smile.

Elsa's screaming stirs Anna from her stricken state. She regains her consciousness moments before jarring pain eats into every bone in her body. The entire right side of her body burns with searing cold. Despite having grown up with barely enough heat to get by, the cold chills right into Anna's heart, and it does nothing to alleviate the pain. Her attempts to untangle herself from the twisted wreck of metal are met with an involuntary groan of agony as bits of metal stab into her flesh, but worse to come is the sight of her own sister thrashing about on the floor as she's assaulted by Hans.

"Fuck you," Anna snarls. Every movement she makes grates more of the broken glass and metal against her flesh and bone. Pushing against the wrecked cabinet, Anna bends the frame until she pries it apart, sending a shard of glass into her elbow in the process. By the time she emerges from the wreckage, the grey cabinet had been stained red and white with blood and ice. Struggling to stand with her right leg frozen stiff, Anna limps forward, uttering a slew of vulgarities beneath her breath as Hans stares down on his hapless victim.

The dictator fails to spot Anna approaching him from behind, jerking in his chair when she clutches him by the head. With a swift tug, Anna pulls his head off like a rag doll and drops the hideous parcel on the floor. At once, Elsa stops thrashing and goes still, her screams from earlier replaced by tearful sobs.

"Elsa, Elsa," Anna pleads, pain incinerating every nerve in her body as she crumbles to the ground in agony. It takes Anna forever to crawl to her sister's body, still heaving in the aftermath of her mental assault. When she reaches her, Elsa reacts with violent abandon, slapping and kicking away Anna's attempts to hold her.

"No!" Elsa screams, "Get the fuck off me!"

"Listen!" Anna shrieks, summoning all her strength to hold down her sister, "It's me, it's all over. Everything's going to be alright."

Elsa stares back into the blue eyes hovering over her, barely able to contain the shaking in her arms.

"He's gone?" Elsa asks.

"Yes."

The revelation brings no comfort to her. Within seconds, Elsa crumbles to the memory of her assault, and begins sobbing uncontrollably. Burying her face into Anna's shrapnel-ridden body, Elsa's tears mingle with her sister's blood, leaving a pink trail running down her gown. The train of Elsa's gown hisses as it solidifies into a single pane of ice, and soon, cracks begin to appear. It occurs to Anna that she's holding onto Elsa in her most fragile state, ready to shatter at any moment.

"Y...you'll be alright," Anna whispers, smoothening her sister's blood-stained hair, "I'll piece you back together."

"R...really?"

"Yes," Anna sighs, taking one more look at Hans's severed head on the floor, before removing her helmet, "I promise."