A broad-shoulder man with empty eyes was shoving a red-headed young woman, no more than 18 years of age, just barely an adult, forward violently with a cattle prod. The young woman flinched in pain as she was led towards her cell and finally shoved in. The man walked away silently, coldly, as the red-head silently sobbed to herself, filled with fear and uncertainty. "Don't worry. It's hard for everyone at first, but eventually your will to survive will kick in," she heard a female voice say. She looked into the cell next to hers and saw a blonde haired woman with her hair in a French braid.

"I'm Princess Anna. Well, just Anna now I guess since I was captured from my homeland and made the Romans' slave. Who are you?", the pig-tailed red-head answered the blonde.

"I'm formerly Queen Elsa, now just Elsa, although everyone here calls me the Ice Queen," the blonde responded.

"Why do they call you the Ice Queen?"

"Because I've killed so many people I can't even count and no longer show any emotion when I kill. I'm ruthless," Elsa answered matter-of-factly, with no emotion in her voice.

"You've killed people?", Anna choked out, her voice filled with confusion and shock.

"Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not heartless, Anna. I don't kill people because I want to or I enjoy it. I kill them because I have to and I have no choice. As a gladiator, it's kill or be killed. This world is cruel and you have to learn how to fight and survive in it," the Ice Queen tried justifying herself.

"I'm scared, Elsa," the red-head confessed to the slightly older woman.

"This will be your first fight as a gladiator, won't it? You've never kill anyone before, have you?", the blonde questioned her.

"No. They just captured me yesterday and brought me back here today. I've never had to fight before in my life. I can't kill another human being, but I don't want to die either. I don't know what I'm going to do. These gladiator fights are fights to the death, aren't they?"

"Yes. They are," Elsa answered sadly.

"I just wish I could go back home to my family and everything would be alright again," Anna sobbed loudly, breaking the Ice Queen's heart.

"I wish I could tell you it's going to be ok, Anna, but I'm not going to lie to you," the Ice Queen sighed.

Suddenly, their captor was back. Anna flinched in the back of her cell, trying to make herself as small as possible, hoping, willing, that if she tried hard enough she would either turn invisible or dissolve into nothingness. The man wasn't interested in her though and at first she felt relieved until she saw him head to Elsa's cell.

The man roughly pulled Elsa out of the cell and led her out of the dungeons. The roar of the crowd was deafening as Elsa was lead into the arena. A sword was placed in her hand and she held her breathe, waiting for her opponent, her next victim, to show their face. A reddish-brown haired young man with side-burns appeared on the other end of the ring and a sword was placed in his hand as well. The emperor watched from the balcony high above the coliseum as the announcer on the side-lines began.

"Citizens, we now present to you, Dark Prince vs Ice Queen.

"It's Prince Hans," the side-burned guy scoffed concededly at the announcer's nickname for him.

"The Dark Prince and the Ice Queen are the current reigning champions, the Dark Prince having defeated 50 opponents, the Ice Queen having defeated 45. It's going to a close match folks," the announcer continued.

"Let the fight began!", he then shouted loudly.

With that, the Ice Queen lunged for the Dark Prince with her sword, but he dodged quickly out of the way and struck her arm with his sword, luckily only grazing it. She spun around quickly and stabbed him in the shoulder. Hans clenched his teeth in pain as he pulled the sword out of his impaled shoulder and continued to fight, swinging the sword towards Elsa's neck with his good arm, attempting to be-head her. Elsa caught the sword before it struck her and pulled it violently out of his hands. She brought it down on his wrist, slicing his hand clean off. He shouted in pain, but then quickly regained his composure, picking up the other sword with his remaining hand and trying to swing it at the Ice Queen despite being weak from blood loss. After several futile attempts, he collapsed on the ground and Elsa was upon him, pinning him down, her sword raised above his chest, ready to strike.

"Please don't kill me," the man pleaded, the sword still held in his good hand.

"I have to. One of us has to die and not's going to be me. That's just the way this world works," the Ice Queen answered coldly as she plunged the sword into the Dark Prince's chest.

Blood spurted out from his mouth as he coughed, his eyes rolled back in his head and became empty, and his body convulsed. When he was finally still, Elsa removed her bloody sword from her impaled opponent's chest. The crowd cheered even louder than before.

"The victor is the Ice Queen!", the announcer shouted.

Elsa took a bow before the sword was taken away from her and she was lead back into her cell next to Anna. The red-head glanced over at her. "You won?", she questioned the blonde, her voice showing her mixed emotions, glad that Elsa was ok but dreading the fact that it meant that Elsa had killed another person.

"Yes," the blonde answered emotionlessly.

"Did….did….you kill someone again?", Anna asked in feigned ignorance even though she already knew the answer.

"Yes. He begged me not to kill him, but I know his type. The moment I showed him mercy, he would of turned and stabbed me, killing me instead of him. I did what I had to in order to survive," Elsa said coldly, making Anna flinch.

There was silence between the two women for the rest of the night.