WARNING: Blood, violence and rape.

Chapter 25: When everything falls apart.

"Elsaaaaa!" Anna's voice resonated throughout the main hall of the palace. She was beyond angry at her sister; she felt used and betrayed. And it hurt a lot because, while she was used to having others treat her like garbage, she had hoped Elsa still cared about her. But she was wrong, and that truth was slowly tearing her heart apart, fueled by years and years of contained anger and frustration.

"Anna? Where have you been?!" Elsa's voice sounded from upstairs right before she crossed the door. She sounded concerned, more than anything, and also a little mad, though she remained calmed for the moment. "I thought you'd…"

"Why the hell haven't you thawed Arendelle?!" Anna rushed to yell at her, running towards her and poking her chest with an accusatory finger, surprising the older sister. Still, she tried to put on a façade and laughed.

"What are you even talking about? Arendelle is almost thawed." She chuckled, though her smile seemed more than a little forced. Her laughter died soon though, when she felt a hard slap on her cheek. Her skin pulsated painfully, so she tried to alleviate the pain by pressing her cold hand against the sore spot, however she was too stunned to do anything else about it.

"You think I'm stupid?! I saw it with my own eyes!" Anna yelled yet again, unable to contain her rage.

"How did you even…?" Before she could finish her question, Elsa's eyes landed of Percival, nonchalantly passing through the doors and into the palace, wearing a self-sufficient and malicious smile on his face. In that moment, the Ice Queen knew who was responsible for her little sister's anger; who she had to blame for this unfortunate turn of events.

"You!" She screamed, pushing Anna aside as she strolled towards her servant, her eyes murderous and magic at the tip of her fingers, almost too chaotic to be contained. "You betrayed me! Your goddess!"

"No. You betrayed yourself. When you decided to undo everything you've accomplished just because your little sister said so." He spat, looking at Anna with contempt. "Whatever she can give you, it's nothing compared to the satisfaction of punishing those who wronged you, but you are too blinded by lust to see it. I'm just saving you from the disappointment you'll feel once your precious Anna isn't so precious anymore."

"Percival, shut up!" Anna interfered before he could keep arguing with Elsa. "No one cares about a word that you're saying, and I need answers!" She then turned to her sister. "Why did you lie to me? Why did you used me like a toy and then fail to fulfill your promise? Do I mean so little to you?" Tears were threatening to fall from her eyes at every accusation, however, even she didn't know if they were from anger or just plain sadness.

"Anna… stay away from this." Elsa said, clenching her teeth. "This is between Percival and I. I'll explain everything later, I promise."

"You promise? Ha! Do you think I'm so stupid as to believe you now?" She remarked, struggling when her sister tried to push her away.

"See, Elsa?" Percival said with a mocking tone. "She doesn't even trust you anymore. She probably won't even let you touch her ever again. Why keep her around when she can't give you what you desire? Why pretend there's still love inside you when we both know your heart is frozen?"

"Enough!" Elsa shouted as she finally pushed her sister away with a hard shove before facing Percival as a blizzard started swirling around her. "I know you think I'm a goddess reincarnated, and that I was born to avenge your magical ancestors, but I'm none of that! And all I ever wanted was Anna! And you ruined it!"

And with those words, she attacked.

A wave of magical power redirected itself towards Percival at maximum speed, transforming into sharp icicles at the last second, making it obvious Elsa wasn't going to spare his life. He, however, calmly waved his hand, forming an invisible shield that disintegrated the icicles and turned them into harmless snow.

"I thought I had taught you not to make obvious attacks." He said, smirking. Elsa took a moment to process his words and read his mocking expression and then stepped aside, just in time to avoid being crushed by one of her own ice-statues that he had levitated towards her.

"I'm more subtle than you think." She snarled, pointing her hand towards him and releasing a burst of magic that he easily avoided. However, when it collided with the ground, it exploded into thousands of tiny needles flying outward in all directions. Dozens of then collided with Percival's back and side, and Elsa smirked when she saw him wince and force out the needles with a burst of magic.

"And you still keep rejoicing at the littlest of victories." He sighed. "Pathetic."

In that moment he flew towards Elsa with a burst of speed, unsheathing his sword and trying to cut her in half, but she managed to block the blow by materializing a solid block of ice between them. Only barley though. But she didn't allow herself to feel scared or even upset (anymore), and she concentrated solely on the euphoria fighting gave her, and on how good it would feel when she'd finally kill her adversary. This made controlling her magic easier.

"A stupid sword can't harm me." She laughed, taking his weapon, still encased in the ice and freezing it over to the point the metal should be braking… except it didn't.

"No, a normal sword can't. But an enchanted one will!" He remarked, finally pulling the blade out of its icy confinement and thrusting a blow at Elsa, who barely managed to avoid it. However, it still made a cut on her arm, which provoked her to hiss and clutch it in agony.

It's not like she wasn't used to pain. The fools who came to her palace were usually heavily armed, and sometimes they managed to injure her. Even before, her father hitting her had given Elsa a higher than usual tolerance to pain, but this was in an entirely different dimension. It felt like it was burning her flesh from the inside, melting away her skin, muscles and even bones. When she stopped to look at her wound, she realized it was actually smoking.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? I've been experimenting with a few venoms." He chuckled. "This one will not kill you, but you won't be able to use that arm for a while, and you might start feeling weak."

"Traitor!" She yelled, now letting anger take control over her, despite knowing it might not be the best idea if she wanted to remain focused. As a result, it started snowing, and icicles randomly sprouted around her. "Are you trying to kill your Queen?"

"You're too weak and pathetic to be my Queen." He answered, looking briefly at Anna (who was trying to hide behind a statue in order to escape the rage of the two mages), fully implying it was all the princess's fault. "Maybe you're not the Goddess of The Prophecy after all."

If there was one thing that angered Elsa beyond anything else was being called weak. She wasn't weak! She was powerful! Her magic was beyond imagination, and she was the legitimate Queen of Arendelle! She wasn't a pathetic little kid anymore.

And so, Elsa started attacking without mercy, throwing blast after blast of magic with little to no purpose or planning, relying solely on force to get the upper hand against her opponent… but it was difficult nonetheless. She only had one hand to both attack and defend herself, and as a result, she got repeatedly injured in the process. Not to mention, thanks to the venom her eyelids were getting heavy, and the temperature of her body was rising quickly. The fever was fogging her brain and limiting the amount of power she could use.

"Tired already?" Percival mocked her as he used his magic to redirect one of the Queen's icy projectiles towards her, managing to injure her right leg. She clenched her teeth, but said nothing, and kept attacking with all her strength.

"Emotion has always been your greater weakness." He panted as he barely avoided her next set of attacks. "Weather it was the lust for your sister or the resentment towards your father." He smirked, even as Elsa managed to pierce his right arm with a large icicle, making him drop his sword and stumble as he tried to ignore the pain.

"Do you remember?" He winced, ripping the icicle out of his body and throwing it away. "When he came and you tried to act all civilized, talking with him at the table? You held on for long enough, yet as soon as he fell asleep, you trapped him in ice and proceeded to torture him to death. Even I was horrified by his screams."

"I. Said. Enough!" Elsa yelled, opting to encase her hands in ice and throwing punches at Percival in a savage way. She didn't even pretend to be fighting properly anymore. She didn't even feel her wounds or tiredness. She was nothing but a beast, a monster hungry for blood. And blood did she have; she beat Percival until he was but a bleeding mess on the ground, not even able to defend himself anymore. Even then, she didn't stop; the memory of what she'd done to her father was making her fury and thirst for blood stronger.

She started throwing Percival around, using bursts of cold wind and hitting him with blocks of ice, making explosive waves of power run through the whole palace. He was like a ragdoll at this point, and didn't even try to defend himself, but Elsa still didn't stop; she was enjoying this too much.

That is, until she heard her sister yell at her.

"Elsa! Stop!" Anna said as she clutched her chest tightly, her heart consumed with agony. Heartbreak had become more real and tangible than ever when a gust of cold magic hit her chest, leaving her gasping for air as she felt the icy magic permeating her body, burning her heart with cold. That, coupled with hearing the truth about her father's death and seeing her sister turn into a monster, made her vision blurry with tears.

Thankfully, Anna's scream had been able to momentarily snap Elsa out of her rage, and prompted her to search for her sister. Anna took advantage of this and slowly walked towards her, still clutching her chest in a vain attempt to make the pain recede.

"Stop." She said weakly, tears flowing down her cheeks.

"Anna! Are you okay?" Elsa asked, finally forgetting about Percival and running to her sister. She wanted to hug her, tell her everything would be okay, but her magic was still unstable, and she feared she'd hurt her, so she stayed a few steps away with her hands partially reaching towards Anna.

"O-okay?" Anna chuckled bitterly. "How could I be okay?! You froze my kingdom, used me, betrayed me, tortured our father to death, mercilessly killed your only friend and…" She let out a little pained whimper as she fell to the ground, feeling the pain intensifying momentarily. In that moment, a strand of her fiery hair turned white. "Y-you froze my heart!" She sobbed.

"W-what?" Elsa said, concerned and confused. In that moment though, she heard Percival's weak laugh and turned to him. "Do you think that's funny?" She yelled, ready to use her magic to shut him up.

"It is." He said, chuckling still, even if he was almost drowning in his own blood. "Now she will turn into ice. Only an act of true love can save her, and she doesn't love you, so she will die!"

"Shut up!" Elsa said, sending a sharp icicle straight through his heart, effectively silencing his infuriating laughter, and ending his life at last. Then, she started worrying about what he had said. She couldn't let Anna die! She was her reason to live! But… she needed an act of true love. Perhaps a true love's kiss, like in fairy tales? But… did Anna love her?

It didn't matter, Elsa's love for her sister would have to suffice.

"Anna? Can you stand up?" Elsa asked, turning to her sister and trying to help her up, but the redhead backed away from her and stood up on her own, glaring at Elsa.

"Yes." She said curtly. Honestly, she didn't feel a thing at revelation that she would die sooner than expected. She didn't know if she was in shock or if she had lost the will to live so long ago her own death didn't matter to her anymore. What was true was that she didn't want to spend a second longer with her sister. No. With the Ice Queen; this monster in front of her, covered in blood and looking absolutely terrifying.

However, before she could even think to run away, Elsa stepped towards her and quickly held her in her arms, pressing their bodies together and preventing her from moving.

"Let me go!" Anna yelled. "You didn't thaw Arendelle, you don't have any right to touch me."

"You need an act of true love." Elsa argued, ignoring her protests. And sure enough, soon she was pressing her lips against Anna. The princess squirmed and tried to get away, but even in her injured state, Elsa was stronger than her, and didn't let her go. However, the kiss ended soon enough.

Elsa separated from her sister, just enough to look at her and see the white in her hair hadn't disappeared, and she seemed to be in pain still. Maybe a chaste kiss wasn't enough?

And so, before Anna could even recover from the last kiss, her lips were being assaulted once more. This time, Elsa even used her tongue to pry her lips open, and Anna tasted blood coming no doubt from her sister's mouth. She struggled and tried to push her away, but when that didn't work, she had to bite her hard, until the taste of blood became even stronger.

Elsa, however, mistook Anna's actions for passion and, being unable to contain herself, dragged her upstairs, to their room. Anna protested the whole way, but Elsa didn't listen. Seeing the strand of white hair still stubbornly marring her sister's natural red, she concluded a kiss wasn't enough. She would make love to Anna in order to save her. It wasn't an act of lust. It wasn't rape; it was just something she would need to do to save the only person who still mattered to her. At least, that's what she was saying on her head as she pushed the doors open and threw Anna into the bed.

The truth was, killing Percival had made her incredibly aroused. And now she had all the justification she needed to take what was hers.

And so, she started tearing Anna's clothes apart, viciously attacking with her lips and teeth every bit of flesh exposed, ignoring her sister's screams and attempts to escape from underneath her.

Anna was terrified. If the prospect of dying in the near future wasn't bad enough, now she was being raped by her sister. But not only that; she was angry. She was tired of being used as a mere object. She remembered how Hans would fuck her against her will, and she acknowledged even that was better than being mercilessly ravished by someone she once thought cared deeply about her.

This was Elsa. The same girl she had played with for years. The same one who used to act as the perfect older sister, protecting her from any harm. That same girl was now actively hurting her; making her feel like she was worth nothing, that what she wanted wasn't important, that she was but a whore to be used and abused to please others.

Why did she ever believe her sister was worth saving? That she was worthy of being given another chance? The others were right. Elsa was nothing but a dangerous witch that needed to be killed, for the security of the kingdom. And Anna was a naïve little girl who knew nothing about anything.

Well, her eyes had been opened now. She wouldn't go down without a fight. She'd never let anyone use her again!

Before her sister could process what Anna was doing, the younger woman took her dagger out from her left sleeve and, with a swift movement, pierced Elsa's back with it.

The Ice Queen screamed and finally let go of her, getting out of the bed as she tried to get the dagger out of her body. Once she did, she glared at the blood-covered blade, and then at Anna. Her magic got agitated in response to her rage, ready to strike down the one who had hurt her… and then she realized the state in which Anna was.

Her sister. The one she had sworn many times she loved more than anything in the world. Her sister, who she had seen grow up from a little baby to a beautiful woman, too perfect to be with someone like her. That same girl was now laying on her bed, her clothes turn apart, her body exposed, marked and abused by Elsa's rough hands and hard teeth. Her eyes angry, hurt and… full of hate.

Her hair was still white, and a snowflake marked her skin where her heart was. Still frozen. Of course it was still frozen. Elsa didn't love Anna; she had proven so by almost raping her. And Anna didn't love her. She hated her. And why shouldn't she? Elsa was a monster. She had always been.

In that moment, Elsa wished the wound Anna had inflicted on her was large enough to kill her. But she knew it wasn't.

And since she couldn't' die, she did the next best thing: run away.

A/N: Wow, that was hard to write. I feel so bad for Anna :(

Anyways, I hope I made you cry I lot... uh, I mean... I hope I didn't make you cry a lot XD. Please leave a review, I'd like to know your thoughts about this chapter, as well as what you think will happen now that this story is comming to an end. It helps me write more.

Thanks for reading :)

Thanks to my beta reader moonwatcher13.