A/N: Thank you to all my wonderful reviewers! I will give those queasy people warning that this will be the WORST and LAST chapter of severe Hans whumpage. Next chapter the comfort will begin.

On the note that there will be other characters from the actual movie introduced in the next chapter I had a question to put to my reviewers. I am thinking of putting some sort of ship in here. I would like your opinions on what ship though. You can vote for Elsa, Anna, OC, or No Pairing. If you say OC though, you have to give me an idea for one. So Please Vote in your reviews!

Now on with the show:

Rating: M for non con, humiliation, language, emotional and physical trauma.

I'm not kidding. This is pretty awful. If you're not ok with any of this just skip ahead to the next chapter (it won't affect your understanding of the story). You have been warned.

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Hans was sitting quietly on the window sill, looking out over the training fields. He was taking advantage of the brief respite from his brother's attention to enjoy some peace. He missed going outside in the sun to practice his swordsmanship with his brothers.

Declyn had been called away nearly two days ago. Apparently, there was some military exercise he needed to oversee. Hans didn't ask any questions when his brother had informed him. All he could think was that he would have a few days all to himself.

Hans had tried to enjoy the days free of Declyn, but he couldn't shake the dark feelings that remained. He was still contained, still under his punishment. He almost thought the lack of abuse was worse because now he had time to think.

He wasn't mad. He had always known what he set out to do in Arendelle was not right, but as he had convinced himself before, what else was there left to him? He would never have a throne as the thirteenth son. He wasn't certain anymore why a throne was so important. Just a cold seat with so much responsibility. He wanted to prove he had as much right to sit there as his older brothers. He had no excuse. He had known he was being cruel and did it anyway. He would've liked to have apologized-

Hans slammed his fist into the first object he could find. A coat rack went flying, splittering against the wall. He stared for a moment, as waves of anxiety melted off of him.

He tried again, leaping down from the window sill to kick over his brother's desk. He grinned madly as papers flew everywhere. Drawers lay empty, and broken on the floor.

He had almost forgotten how nice physical action felt. All thoughts melted away, giving him a feeling of being powerful again.

Addicted to the feeling like a mad man, Hans began to rampage about his brother's chambers. He tore tapestries from the walls and sliced them open with daggers from the closet. He tore the closet door off its hinges and threw it into the bed. Adrenaline raced through his viens as the bed buckled under the force of the heavy door.

Not thinking was a sweet escape. No more guilt. He poured out several of Declyn's swords. He bent or snapped them under his feet. No more pain. He scratched the walls with the broken tips of the swords.

Hans went from destroying one wall to the next, one piece of furniture to the next, until the whole chamber was laying about him in ruins.

He smiled, laughing almost manically. Hair fell over his eyes as he shook with laughter. He let himself slide down the pockmarked wall to the floor. Wreckage was scattered all around him.

Declyn will be angry. The thought occured to him, but for the first time in a while, he didn't give a damn.

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Declyn grinned as he threw open the door to his chambers. After more than half of a week in the wilderness, he was more than ready to see his own bed again. However, the grin turned cold as he saw what had become of his room.

His bed was bowed in the middle under the door of his closet. His swords and daggers were scattered in piece about the floor. His tapestries were in tatters, and the walls were marred with every manner of blemish. Sitting on the other side of the carnage, beside an overturned desk, was his little brother, seemingly asleep after all him hard work.

Declyn slammed the door roughly. He was pleased to see Hans startle awake, large amber eyes settling on him. Something had changed though. Although the fear he had instilled in his brother was still present, there was a certain carelessness in his expression.

Hans pushed himself up from the wall, atrophied muscles struggling beneath translucent skin. Declyn had never bother to get him a new shirt after the incident after seeing Delana.

Hans smirked as he picked his way through the rubble, kicking a few of the sword away from his bare feet. "Do you like it, Declyn? I thought maybe a little decorating could really help what meager taste you have." He came to stand in front of his brother, and now Declyn could see the skittish madness in his eyes. This wasn't the kind of madness he had intended for his brother.

"Come now," Hans continued. "Don't look at me like that. I only-"

He never finished as Declyn slammed him up against the wall, knocking the air out of him. Declyn leaned in close to Hans' face, pleased to see a hint of the terror still present.

"It seems I've been to generous to you," he hissed. "Call it brotherly weakness, but now it's time to show you just who you belong to, bitch."

Declyn grabbed his hair and threw him to the floor. Hans cried out as one of the sword shards sliced through his arm. Impatiently, Declyn thrust the broken swords away from them, then turned Hans over onto his stomache.

Suddenly, all the fear came crashing back to him. Hans flinched away from Declyn's every touch. "Please, please, I didn't mean... I just didn't want to think! Please, brother!"

Declyn knocked his brothers head against the floor swiftly, putting an end to his stream of speech. "Shut up," he grunted.

Hans groggily blinked blood from his hairline out of his eyes. He was brought back sharply to reality when his pants were torn off his body. He began to thrash again. He couldn't think of anything to say, so nonsensical please poured from his lips. "No, no, no! Please. Please don't! D-don't" He stuttered as Declyn's cold hand ran up his thigh.

"I tried to be gentle with you," Declyn whispered, almost sincerely. "You always were my favorite little brother. So full of ambition... but you just happened to be in my way. Why couldn't you just give in?"

Then everything fell silent except for a strange noise, Hans couldn't identify. He turned his head, and before Declyn forced him to face forward again he saw what was happening. His brother was rubbing himself to get hard. Hans whimpered.

Hans couldn't give a name to what was happening. He couldn't believe it. This happened to women or street urchins, not princes. Not him. He just couldn't... His brother wouldn't... It wasn't possible. His heart was hammering through his chest, and it was all he could do to remember to breathe.

Declyn was speaking above him, giving him instructions of some kind. All speech was lost on him. Anything but cold, numbing fear was gone. He was shaking without even feeling the movement.

Declyn looked down at his brother's bare body with steely eyes. He had hoped to avoid this. He had used this practice on prisoners of war before, and it always yielded the results he wanted. It was a shame he had to use it on his own brother. He ran a single finger down Hans' spine, causing the boy to shiver and shake his head,mutely.

Taking in a deep breath, Declyn lined himself up with Hans' entrance. When Hans felt him there her tried to flinch away from him. "No, no, no," he murmured over and over again.

"No one will save you. You may as well just take it." With that said, Declyn shoved in.

Hans screamed and struggled. He felt every rip and tear, oozing blood. Tears sprung to his eyes from the pain before from emotion. He still couldn't reconcile these actions with his brother and himself. He couldn't be lying here being.. being... No, he was somewhere else, maybe a nice-

His thoughts were driven out of him when Declyn began to thrust in and out of him roughly. He screamed again. He tried to shift away, but it was like his brother was everywhere. There was a hand on his hip, nails driving into his skin as a warning. Hans whimpered with each motion. He just wanted this awful feeling to end.

Then a hand snaked around to grip Hans' member. He yelped as the hand began to stroke him. He had been terrified before, but now he didn't know what he felt. The friction felt good, but it was his brother. His brother was... doing this to him. It was wrong. "Stop," he pleaded, even as he gasped in his reluctant pleasure.

Declyn leaned down, breath tickling Hans' ear. "Why? Don't you like it?"

A finger flicked over his slit. Hans mewled weakly. Oh, yes he liked it, but no! Why did he- He was being abused. What was happening to him?

"You like it, don't you? You little whore?" Declyn cooed. "Only a whore would like this sort of thing."

Hans shook his head. No, that wasn't- couldn't- be true. Declyn laughed above him. He started to thrust and pump Hans' member in time. Hans moaned even as his cheeks flushed with guilt. Was he nothing but a common whore?

"Who do you belong to?"

Hans didn't understand the question. He was in such a state of pleasure and terror, he couldn't understand something so nebulous.

Suddenly, a rough thrust caused him to wake from his stupor. "Who do you belong to?"

Hans shook his head. He didn't understand. He began to weep, fat tears rolling onto the floor.

"You know the answer. Who do you belong to?"

"You." Hans didn't know where the answer came from, but it sounded right.

"I didn't hear you. Who do you belong to?" The thrusts were harder.

Hans couldn't control his answers. "You! I belong to you!" He sobbed out his answers.

"For how long?"

"Forever." Another involuntary answer. He gasped from the tears and the pain and the pleasure. All of it was too much! He sobbed silently through the rest of the ordeal, soaking the floor with sorrow. If there was one thing that would break Hans beyond all repair, it would be this.

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Declyn glanced up from his work to his brother who, laid on his back in the corner of the room. A sadistic smile tugged at his pale lips. After the previous night, the poor boy wasn't even able to sit up. Hans could only lay there staring up at the cieling with empty eyes. Declyn regretted not thinking of this sooner.

His attention was taken from his little brother by a sharp rapping on his door. Declyn's dark brow drew together into a deep scowl. With his luck, it would be that brat Delana.

He stood and strode over to open the door. Declyn's sour mood lightened considerably upon seeing Conrad, the fourth brother who was only a year younger than Declyn himself. He grinned, as he stepped aside to invite his brother in. "Is it time then?"

Conrad raised a light eyebrow as he regarded Hans lying almost comatose in the corner. "Is it safe to speak here?"

Declyn cast a disgusted glare at Hans. "He won't tell anyone, even if he could hear us. He wouldn't dare." There was a slight twitching of Hans' arm as if he could hear every word they said.

Conrad gave his younger brother one last distrustful glance before turning back to Declyn. "Yes. Everything is as planned. I trust you can uphold your end of the bargain?"

Declyn pulled his lips back in a sneer. "Of course. Now tell me. How did you manage it?"

Conrad flipped his feminine hand. "It wasn't hard," he said, voice layered with arrogance. "A few butchered trade deals and a few false accusations from both sides, and everyone dances to our tune."

Had Declyn been a child he would have clapped his hands with joy. "Good when will she arrive?"

"They." Conrad corrected. "The bitch is bringing her little sister." Seeing Declyn's murderous look, he continued. "That will not be a problem will it?"

"Of course not." Declyn huffed. "It's just those Arendelle wenches have a way of thwarting plans when they are together."

Hans flinched, unseen to his two brothers who were absorbed in their own conversation. He tried to move, but settled for just tilting his head toward them, hoping to hear more of their conversation.

"All the better for us," Conrad dismissed his brother's concerns. "It will be more believable if they commited the murders together."

Declyn paced to the window silently. He drew in a deep breath as if smelling the victory that laid before him. "Three days travel. Three days and I'll have everything. The throne, Arendelle's trade routes, and-"

"And you will instate me as Regent King of Arendelle," Conrad ended for him sternly. He smiled sweetly as Declyn's head snapped around to face him. "I do hope you won't forget about me."

A/N: Ok, Sorry about the awful whump, I tried not to dwell on it. I hope I made it clear in the end, what's going on with Declyn and Conrad. If not, it will be pretty obvious in the next chapter.

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