A CRUEL DEATH PATH

She turned her head to the man she didn't have any regard for anymore, "What is this?" 

Kristoff just blinked, "Do you know what kind of revolt you sparked when you escaped? In just one day of my becoming king, commoners and most of worthless the idiot handpicked guards tried taking my throne."

Anna spat on his face, "Those were my father's guards and you are not worthy of the throne." 

Kristoff, utterly disgusted, dipped his left hand into his pocket, pulling out a white handkerchief and cleaned his face.

"Drop her in." 

The guards carried Anna, startling her by how they flipped her to carry her by her hands and legs.

They carried her, taking her to what she was sure was her death.

Only that she didn't know how she would die, she was in the bath tub now, but it was empty.

And it was made of glass,---- glass bath tubs were a rare gem, even for royals. Her family was one of the few that owed them.

She wasn't sure he cared enough to kill her in a royal way so she was puzzled.

Kristoff took a wine glass from the guard that was holding up a tray of cupcakes and wine glasses and raised the glass to Anna who had been kept laying on her side, bound with her hands to her back with thick ropes in the tube.

"I'm going to enjoy watching you scream."

Then he signaled to the guards, "begin."

There were about four guards in total carrying a huge basin and another four carrying another basin.

Water poured down on her soaking her clothes and filling the bath tub when the first basin was tiled.

Anna spluttered, shaking her head since she couldn't wipe her face with her hands, then the second basin poured in.

Several slimy small stuff fell in, one hitting her left cheek.

The tub was covered with a something thick but while she was beginning to panic as it closed up completely…

Something bit her.

She jerked. Then there was another and another. Till it was a swarm.

Her free legs kicked at the bath tub as she screamed, forgetting she needed to hold her breath under the water.

Kristoff grinned, throwing his empty glass at a random guard, shouting to her;

"Can you feel it?! I call them the Slicks."

Sven roared from the sky before landing down, giving Kristoff a look with its glazed, slithed dragon eyes.

Kristoff rolled his eyes and spread his arms at it, "I'm work shopping it."

Then he continued turning to the glass tube that was quickly turning red.

"I found them on a rink during my day cutting ice; those treasures love flesh more than any carnivores I've seen." 

There was no way for Anna to move other than her legs; flesh and blood was filling the glasses as the fish like monsters ate at her flesh.

She screamed repeatedly, thrashing in the long, somewhat narrow thub with bubbles of her breath going to the closed surface up.

They bit her dress, chewed through it and bit her lap, arms, legs, cheeks, ears.

They were eating her EVERYWHERE.

And the more she thrashed, the more uneaten flesh she made visible for them to bite on.

From outside, all one could see was blood— yes blood; the water was already mixed up with a good amount of her blood—- and hundreds of small swarming snake like fishes.