This choice: Frozen in the shoe of an angry looking Elsa (aware) • Go Back...Chapter #6Hans's De-Feet by: Unknown Cold. That was the first thought that entered Hans's mind as he awoke. He was cold from head to toe, encased in ice up to his neck. But when Hans opened his eyes, he temporarily forgot this as he was faced with his worst nightmare: the enormous face of the queen of Arrendelle herself, Elsa, her face visible through an oval shaped opening. While she had a smile on her face, it certainly wasn't an "I'm happy to see you" smile. It was, for lack of a perfect adjective, a sort of "I can't wait to make you regret being born" sort of smile. Needless to say, it wasn't the sort of smile Hans wanted to see.
"Well hello Hans." Elsa said, her voice as cold as her icy glare. "What do you think of the accommodations I've provided for you? Probably not the royal treatment you're used to, but I could certainly do much worse."
It was only once Elsa said this that Hans broke away from the queen's stone cold gaze and actually took a second to look at his surroundings. He was right about being encased in ice, but he only now realized where he was. As he looked up through the opening at Elsa, he realized he was looking at her through the entrance to her icy shoe. Hans was frozen to the sole, primed to be pinned under the ball of her foot.
"I bet you're cold in there little guy. What do you say I warm you up a little bit?" Elsa said, placing her shoe on the ground. Hans was soon treated a view of her enormous pale foot hanging over him ominously, her toes wiggling above him as though they were waving at him, taunting him. "I've got a busy day ahead of me little Hans. The whole 'accidentally freezing the entire country' thing did quite a bit of damage, and I've got to go survey some places that the peasants are complaining about. Luckily, I'll have you to keep my pretty feet company, and you'll have them to keep you warm. It's a win win!"
"Don't do this Elsa! I'll be squished!" Hans begged.
"Well that's very possible Hans. However, if you don't wanna be in my shoe, then you'll have to stay with Anna. And I assure you, spend enough time with her and you'll definitely be crushed. Or snapped in half. Or chewed into paste. So I suggest you avoid Anna, who is already set on killing you, and learn to live with my feet, who are still mulling it over." Elsa said, seeming excited at the thought of all the different ways Hans could be killed.
Hans just gulped in fear, terrified at the power Elsa had over him. He dared not object any further, merely watching in terrified silence as her foot entered the show, her toes rushing towards his immobile form excitedly. As they slid past him, Elsa dragged her big toe across his face slowly, savoring her complete and utter control over him. As awful as that was for Hans, he almost missed her toe as her all-encompassing sole slid over him, hanging above him for a moment before suddenly dropping down onto his tiny body.
The good news was that Hans wasn't immediately reduced to a stain on Elsa's sole. The bad news was that Hans was beginning to wonder whether he would have been better off dead. The queen's foot brought an enormous weight down on the young prince, and he could feel every bone and muscle in his body struggling to accommodate that weight. His face was buried in her soft pale flesh, which thankfully was quite clean and actually did a great deal to warm him up. It certainly made him grateful that he was under the foot of royalty. God only knows how much worse it would be under some filthy peasant's foot. And the ice did a good job of keeping her feet cool and relatively sweat free. At least, for now.
Elsa was loving the feeling of having the shrunken prince beneath her foot. She could feel his tiny desperate gasps for breath tickling her foot, and his vain struggles to achieve some level of comfort barely making an impact on her feminine sole. As tempted as she was to play with him, she knew she had to get moving with this kingdom surveying. She'd have plenty of time to play with him later anyway. With a smile on her face, she strutted out of the room, her heels clicking on the ground as she did so.
Once Elsa began to walk, Hans's pain reached an entirely new level. With each of her steps, a tiny space would open up between her sole and his face, allowing Hans to take a quick breath of stale air filled with the stench of royal feet. However, this space was always quickly snatched away from Hans as her foot dropped back down onto him, compressing him once more between her warm, soft flesh and the cold, hard ice of the shoe. Her sole seemed to mold to his body, creating what seemed to be an air tight seal around his body as her foot settled down onto him. And with each and every step, Hans felt as though the very next one would be what finally caused his body to give in and collapse in on itself. Somehow, he managed to survive every one, prolonging his torment at the hands, or rather, the feet, of the ice queen.
As Elsa made her rounds through the kingdom, she had a great deal of difficulty paying attention to the various complaints of her people. It wasn't that she didn't care about them, that couldn't be further from the truth. She was just so distracted by her little foot toy that it was hard for her to listen. Not that it really mattered. Her advisor, who was making the rounds with her, was the one who would actually be handing the various complaints and the associated paperwork. She just liked to make sure her people knew she was there for them, and that she was sorry she had accidentally caused so much damage.
Beneath her foot, Hans was still suffering. Her magical ice made sure he was always cold, despite being beneath her warm feet. In a strange way, it made her appreciate her foot pressing against him, as it provided him with at least a little bit of warmth. He almost missed her foot when she took a step and it briefly lifted off of him. Almost. When she stopped her walk to talk with someone, it was a blessing and a curse. While the constant pressure of her foot bearing down on him was near unbearable and made breathing a challenge, it gave him a constant source of heat for a short while. During some of her longer conversations, Hans nearly passed out from oxygen deprivation, but Elsa always started moving just before that could happen, as if she wanted to make sure he didn't get to enjoy the sweet release of unconsciousness for even a moment.
Finally, after what seemed like ages of walking, Hans was given a brief reprieve as Elsa slid her foot out of the shoe. Her beautifully manicured fingers slipped into the shoe and pulled him out, holding him before her royal visage as her eyes locked onto him. What she saw was a battered and beaten young man, teeth chattering from the cold he had endured in her icy shoe.
"Well it looks like my feet didn't do a very good job of warming you up huh? That's a shame, because you did an excellent job of keeping them nice and comfy. It seems we'll have to try another method to warm you up. And I think we might need Anna's help for this one....   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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