The harsh metallic taste of blood filled Anna's mouth. She smiled with savage glee. Only one thing was better than the clash of steel. Every part of her ached but her body still screamed for violence. Her opponent was some lordling from the summer isles. His vicious backhand would have felled a lesser warrior, but Anna was no mere warrior. She was the Ice Queen's chosen champion. She would carry her scars back proudly to Queen Elsa.

She could see the lordling's eyes widen in fear as he realised Anna just took all he had and just smiled in response. With a feral yell Anna advanced on him. She barely noticed his sword shatter under her cold forged blade as it tasted his blood. The deafening roar of the crowd come back in to focus. Thousands cheered but she only cared for one.

Anna's eyes went to the royal box. Her Queen. Her Elsa. Sitting on the throne she crafted out of ice she gazed down at the arena. She was terrifying and she was beautiful. Only Anna dared to meet her gaze and only Anna could see the cruel smile on the Queen's lips.

She raised the sword that the Ice Queen had forged with her magic. With ice so cold it burned. The crowd roared again, none could stand before Anna.

The lordling, his name might have been Hans but she didn't care, was the last duel of the tournament. Once again Anna had crushed those who dared compete for her sister's hand in marriage and the throne of Arendelle. Nobody could take what belonged to Anna. The old laws said that if an unmarried princess was crowned Queen then for three seasons after the coronation there would be a tournament open to all the realms for warriors to compete to marry the Queen. The laws were stupid so Anna had trained since she could walk in the art of war. She saw the power in her sister's magic and craved her own which she found in the sword.

The champion retired to her chambers shortly after her victory. Cleaning the blood from her sword she could make out her reflection in the blade. She could have been beautiful like Elsa was. Pure and untouched. Anna preferred the lattice work of her scars and bruises. Everyone marked a triumph.

She felt the air chill which could only mean one thing. Elsa had arrived. Anna didn't move. People feared Elsa as the Ice Queen but always thought it was Anna who was the wild animal like sister. How wrong they were. Anna felt Elsa's teeth bite into her neck.

"My Lady, I have not yet had a chance to bathe." Anna said quietly moaning. Elsa's hands were unbuckling Anna's armour.

"I like when you taste of battle." The terrifying blonde replied. The last few steel plates slipped to the ground. Leaving Anna in just a sweat drenched tunic and trousers.

Elsa took Anna's chin her hand and roughly pulled the redhead's lips to her own. What the Ice Queen wanted she took. Elsa pulled away from the kiss, tugging at Anna's lip with her teeth almost hard enough to draw blood. The Queen's hands possessively explored under Anna's loose fitting underclothes. Tugging it off, not caring if the fabric tore. Soon Anna was dressed only in blood, sweat, and grime.