"No, NOO! Stop!!"
Elsa panicked,--- like anyone who was about to have their hands amputated forcefully, against their will, would.
She tugged and twisted her wrists then, due to how small her wrists were, she managed to wring her right hand out of his grip.
Though it didn't make much of an escape for her; there was no where for her to hide her hands, if that was even possible, and she couldn't run even a meter away from him.
She was stuck, so it was rather easy for Kristoff to grab her hands again, this time, he pressed his right knee and thigh on both her hands, making sure she wouldn't be able to slip out of his grip again.
His position was a rather awkward one as he was almost half kneeling on his right knee and thigh, and half swatting on his left leg.
But that didn't discourage him from his current mission at all.
Feeling how she was now doubly unable get up, Elsa began to trash about, ignoring the pain in her elbows and the uncomfortable stretched limit of her shoulder blades.
Her belly burned as well now but she couldn't see how bad it was plus there were cracking sounds from from her ribs from her trashing movements.
But she couldn't hear that either.
Gone was her well composed body language and controlled temperament as she trashed violently on the earthly floor.
Forget about the her entire organs— not like she was even thinking about them at that moment— losing her powers was one thing but losing her hands…
Anna was seriously struggling, and fiercely, with the guards while multiple pairs of hands, their hands, battled with holding her down.
Olaf was holding on to Anna's flora decorative button on the front of her dress.
It wasn't just because that was the only way to hang on to Anna but was also because he couldn't bear to watch his creator and friend lose her hands;
And most likely her head as well.
If one could see his face, it would be clear just how broken he was— sad isn't a word that would fit to describe how he felt.
Because there was nothing he could do.
Not one thing.
With Elsa's ice powers on hold, the magic that created him and held him together even in summer, began wearing off.
… So quickly.
Too quickly.
He was melting or maybe you could call it disappearing with how fast the snow on him— his body— was melting away, dripping down Anna's dress.
Even if he tried, he couldn't at least move; right now, all that was left of him was his head;
Half of his head that is.
The guards had been so busy with the violently energetic ex Queen that they didn't hold Jack down well, thus, giving him enough time— albeit a little— to slip through them.
One guard grabbed the back cap of Jack's hoodie, tugging him backwards.
Jack himself didn't realise how fast he must have turned but he grabbed the two ears of the startled guard and head butted him.