Killing Time

The redhead stifled a groan, or rather whimper, as another knife pierced right through his right calf. Anna's bored eyes landed at the red liquid oozing out of the spot and watched as it slowly dripped to the ground. She propped her chin on her left hand, and with her right, she pulled out another dagger made of ice. Without looking, she flicked it onto her target. This time, it landed further up, on his left thigh.

"Ahghgh!" A choked scream escaped his mouth. He felt his throat burn, it was so hot, so painful. He had been screaming for the past hour now, but the princess wouldn't stop.

"Shut up, aren't you tired of screaming already? What happened to your balls? I haven't cut them off yet." Anna asked, annoyed. The Northern Isles have decided to negotiate terms with them, and according to Elsa, they were to give them a chance. See what they had to offer, she said. Not that she mind, but negotiations meant meetings. Meetings meant formalities. And formalities was not Anna. It was so boring.

Hans didn't reply, he was too busy catching his breath. It took all his energy to just lift his head to make eye contact with the princess. Whatever emotion he was trying to convey, it wasn't working. The princess rolled her eyes.

"You're boring me... Say something for once." She said as she took out another dagger from her pocket.

To her surprise, the redhead threw his head up with all his might and spat in her direction. She watched as the droplet of bubbles land pathetically two meters before her. Amused, she let out a snort. And smiled. Now, that was something you didn't see every day. Usually when in the face of death, her victims would cower or beg for their lives. Something she didn't really understand. They were being tortured and yet they still wanted to live longer? For what, more pain?

Unfortunately for the prince, the princess' amusement was short lived. She stood up and walked over to the stake holding the redhead with grace she never knew she had. She took out her sword and raised it to his neck.

"Thank you, for entertaining me..."

As she was about to slash the prince, she heard the dungeon doors open and slammed shut in an instant, followed by soft and slow footsteps against the stone cold floor.

"Looks like we have an audience," Neither of them needed to turn to know who it was. "Shall we put on a show for her majesty?" She lifted her prisoner's head and whispered into his ear.

The clicking echoed and got louder, and eventually came to a halt.

"Anna?" a soft voice came.

The strawberry blonde turned around to see her sister, the queen, still in her nightgown. The torch behind her burned softly in the background, bringing light to her beautiful thick blonde, almost white, hair that was let down. You could see the snowflake hairpins glowing, holding them together. Her make-up was removed. Her gloves were no more, they were long gone. Anna smiled, still glad her sister no longer feared for others of her magic. No, it was the other way round now.

"Done with the Northern Isles I presume, my liege?" Anna returned to her sister and knelt, placing her sword in front of her. The queen frowned. Anna knew what she was doing to her.

"Were you about to kill your last toy?"

"Yes, your majesty." She could practically hear the younger one smile in that mischievous tone.

The queen sighed and shook her head. "You know I'm not getting you another for a while, right? You've killed the other twelve in the past two weeks."

The girls heard a gasp from the cell and turned their attention to it. "Oops?" The strawberry blonde hid her giggle behind her hand. "Sorry, Southern Isles?" She winked at the redhead who was now glaring holes into her body. If she had to be honest, she was amazed this man lasted so long. Of all thirteen, she thought he would've lasted the shortest. Maybe it was because of her hate towards him that made him last, or maybe somewhere in her heart, a piece of her still held him, she couldn't bear to let him go... until now that is. She definitely couldn't wait to.

"Anna," Seeing as her sister didn't hear her, Elsa turned the princess back to her, abruptly crashing her train of thoughts. "Anna." And pulled her into a kiss. She felt her shiver at the sudden coldness.

She couldn't allow anyone to occupy her sister's thought like that. Nobody. But her.

Soon enough, hands went all over the place. To the princess' bottom, to the queen's neck, untying their braids, tangling their hair, down to the bellies, up into their clothes. It didn't take long before the queen broke the kiss, moaning in need for more.

While the queen was distracted, the princess took the opportunity to nibble her ear.

"Jealous?" she whispered, giving it a lick.

"No," was all Elsa could manage. "Not really."

Bull. The meeting was obviously long over and she returned to her room realising Anna wasn't waiting there for her so she came down to the dungeons looking for her.

"Should I rid of him then?" Her hands slipped down her sister's back, and Elsa shivered under her warm touch even through the layer of cloth. Her mind couldn't help but drift to their bedroom, thinking of what other kind of reactions her sister could show… or maybe they could just do that here?

"Yes!" Elsa shivered. She didn't even care anymore, she just wanted to feel more of the princess' touch. Anna doubt she even knew what the question was.

To Elsa's annoyance, the princess' hands slipped away and it was warm no more. Before she picked up her sword from where she left it, she licked her fingers and gave Elsa a sly look. As if she couldn't get even more turned on.

Anna's eyes widened for a moment. She took off her tiara and placed it onto her sister's head.

Entering the cell again, Anna gave the blade a peck.

The ice blade was cold to touch. She felt the coolness on her lips slowly fade. Oh how she couldn't wait to get back to Elsa. She walked up to her sister's source of jealousy and cut off the chains holding him onto the stake. Hans fell onto the ground, the daggers dug deeper, earning her a muffled groan. She couldn't help but take in the pleasure she was suddenly feeling.

It was odd, really. Moments ago he was making similar noises, boring her to death. And now that Elsa's here, she suddenly felt alive hearing it. Oh, true love. She chuckled. She made a note to herself to bring Elsa here more often. Too bad the blonde preferred public execution, she seemed more thrilled to bask with the sight of fear in everyone's eyes. She, on the other hand, was more private. Oh the irony.

"Let's play a game, shall we?" She crouched down and pushed the redhead up with the tip of her sword. "I'll count to ten. If you can get all the knives off of you in that time, I'll let you off. If not..." She traced a line over the prince's neck.

"One."

Hans struggled to stand up.

"Two."

He was still down, but on his knee now, at least.

"Three."

It was a miracle he could even sweat in the queen's presence, the air in the dungeon was almost freezing.

"Four."

He placed a hand onto the knife on his shoulder. It was freezing cold, to be expected from a dagger of ice. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the pain about to come.

"Five."

He cried, as the knife was pulled out of him. He couldn't feel his shoulder, or the rest of his arm. But now wasn't the time for that!

"Six."

Next, his thigh. He hissed as he gripped the short blade tightly.

"Seven."

He tried to pull it out but couldn't. Now was not the time to be afraid of pain!

"Eight, oh look! Someone's stuck!"

He groaned, with a loud heave, the knife was out, and thrown aside.

"Nine. Nice~"

Alright, last one. He was about to change his footing to pull out the last one in his thigh when...

"Ten. Time's up!" A hand reached out to his collar and pulled him into a standing position. "It's been fun, but the game is over, Hans." Anna threw the prince against the wall, and as the man bounced back in recoil with a soft thud, she raised her sword and slashed across his chest. Blood splattered everywhere, drenching strawberry blonde's dress with red. Shit, that felt almost orgasmic. She brought the sword to her lips again.

Finally, Elsa decided to enter the cell. "You didn't kill him." She wrapped her hands around her sister's neck, inhaling her scent. Although she was now coated with blood, there was still that hint of lavender on her. She licked the princess' neck, cleansing her skin of the blood. She couldn't take it anymore, seeing Anna behave like that was hot. She pulled her sister's shirt to a side revealing more skin, inviting the cold air to bring shivers down her spine.

"You think he'll live, sister?" And then bit down harsh.

Anna hissed. She loved it when her sister did that, she loved it when Elsa became possessive. "No."

"It's late now, Shall we?"

Edited. Again, credits to Patronustrip on tumblr for the inspiration and cover. If you still notice any spelling or grammatical mistakes, or anything that could be improved, do let me know, I'll work on it. Thank you. :)