"How are we suppose to get out of this?"
"…carefully and quietly." Elsa whispered in reply. She shifted her wrists again, trying to see if there was any potential of slipping out of the ropes without having to exert much effort. No such luck it seemed.
The Snow Queen sighed and attempted to twist her neck to look at her younger sister, whom she was currently back to back to in a rather dank cell, beneath the King’s castle on the Southern Isles. “Just…stay calm, alright? We’ll figure something out…”









