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The castle was silent and Hans moved swiftly twords Elsa’s chamber. Checking that the halls where clear he knocked on the door waiting for an answer

Elsa opened the door and said “come in before anyone comes”
Elsa closed the door and walked up…

Elsa laughed and started to kiss him than she headed a knock on the door

"Elsa, Elsa are you in there, it’s me Anna" Anna said trying to open the door


Elsa quickly pulled away and whispered “quick hide, we can’t let her see you”

Her lips where so soft he never wanted to leave them- but he wanted to be caught even less.
He looked around the room finding no decent place to hide. “Elsa- where?!”

Elsa looked around for a moment and said “hide, ummm., in the closet,”
"I hope this works, but if she catches you, just know I love you"

Elsa ran to the door opened it and said “hi anna can we go somewhere else”
Anna and Elsa than left.

-Later-

Elsa came back to the room she didn’t see hans in the closet and anywhere around. She got scared thinking he just left her or he got caught, she went around the castle whispering “hans”

Hans sat on the balcony taking in the fresh air he had been devoid of. He hated leaving her, but he needed to breath. The pressure of being found under the skirts of one of her gowns didn’t help him stay either.
He took in a deep sigh and continued to look up at the starts. In his fingers he fiddled with a necklace on a silvery chain. “Tomorrow night Hans…” and finished with another sigh.

Elsa found hans sitting on the balcony.
"Oh, there you are sorry it took long."
Elsa said as she sat next to him.
"I thought you got caught or just left me forever."
"So what made you come up here, what’s wrong you look nervous"

Hans jumped as her heard her voice nearly falling off the balcony and dropping the neck lace. “Oh… no reason… I just didn’t want to be caught.” He jumped off his perch and put the neck lack in his pocket.
Putting both hands on her lower back he pulled her closer. “Are we finally alone or should we be expecting any more… intrusions?”

Elsa laughed and said “no, Anna and kristoff are taking sven and olaf with the trolls and the visit the old ice castle for about 3 weeks, I totally forgot, she came to get me to say bye”

"So now we are alone, Hans what should we do, now that you could be out in the castle without getting caught." She said smiling at him.

"well- I could think of a few things." He smiled out of the corner of his mouth. He dipped down pulling her waist into his and grazed his lips on hers. "but first I need to to close your eyes."

"Fine" elsa said closing her eyes. Elsa was wondering what Hans was going to do. But she really didn’t care what was about to happen as long as she was with him.

He hesitated for a second then dug back into his pocket. Out it came on its silvery chain with a green stoned pendent. Lacing it around her neck he clasped it and pulled her hair from out underneath it. “there- open them.”

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The castle was silent and Hans moved swiftly twords Elsa’s chamber. Checking that the halls where clear he knocked on the door waiting for an answer

Elsa opened the door and said “come in before anyone comes”
Elsa closed the door and walked up…

Elsa laughed and started to kiss him than she headed a knock on the door

"Elsa, Elsa are you in there, it’s me Anna" Anna said trying to open the door


Elsa quickly pulled away and whispered “quick hide, we can’t let her see you”

Her lips where so soft he never wanted to leave them- but he wanted to be caught even less.
He looked around the room finding no decent place to hide. “Elsa- where?!”

Elsa looked around for a moment and said “hide, ummm., in the closet,”
"I hope this works, but if she catches you, just know I love you"

Elsa ran to the door opened it and said “hi anna can we go somewhere else”
Anna and Elsa than left.

-Later-

Elsa came back to the room she didn’t see hans in the closet and anywhere around. She got scared thinking he just left her or he got caught, she went around the castle whispering “hans”

Hans sat on the balcony taking in the fresh air he had been devoid of. He hated leaving her, but he needed to breath. The pressure of being found under the skirts of one of her gowns didn’t help him stay either.
He took in a deep sigh and continued to look up at the starts. In his fingers he fiddled with a necklace on a silvery chain. “Tomorrow night Hans…” and finished with another sigh.

Elsa found hans sitting on the balcony.
"Oh, there you are sorry it took long."
Elsa said as she sat next to him.
"I thought you got caught or just left me forever."
"So what made you come up here, what’s wrong you look nervous"

Hans jumped as her heard her voice nearly falling off the balcony and dropping the neck lace. “Oh… no reason… I just didn’t want to be caught.” He jumped off his perch and put the neck lack in his pocket.
Putting both hands on her lower back he pulled her closer. “Are we finally alone or should we be expecting any more… intrusions?”

Elsa laughed and said “no, Anna and kristoff are taking sven and olaf with the trolls and the visit the old ice castle for about 3 weeks, I totally forgot, she came to get me to say bye”

"So now we are alone, Hans what should we do, now that you could be out in the castle without getting caught." She said smiling at him.

"well- I could think of a few things." He smiled out of the corner of his mouth. He dipped down pulling her waist into his and grazed his lips on hers. "but first I need to to close your eyes."

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Had Hans the time to give it any thought he would have marveled on how well the quick kiss had worked. As she calmed he smiled, not only because her heart had stopped fighting him, but also she seemed to be focusing the pain on something some how… happy.

When Peg came with the tanks he motioned her closer. “I am almost done, but the most painful part is coming… she should really be under for it…” he frowned at the words… the most painful part- putting in the pacemaker… ‘the part I could kill her…’ he said to himself. “May I have the mask?”

He put down his tools and held his freshly ungloved hand out for the mask which Peg gave to him. He gently lifted Elsa’s head and placed the strap in her platinum hair and gingerly over her mouth. “Breath deep honey.” He demonstrated for her while smiling taking in a deep breath and letting it out. In. out. Giving her a smile he stroked back her silky hair back, smoothing it against her hair. He watched her slowly go under as he pet her bangs back. Once she was finally out he would begin to work again, but he had a few minutes of rest before she was. As the pain left her face she looked peaceful.


Kai crossed his arms standing beside Hans. “Kid, you are magical with your fingers there.” He paused looking into Hans’ eyes. They were set on Elsa filled with concern and pain, not the cold eyes of a murder. “If you really wanted to kill her you would have.”


“I know.” He repeated himself taking in another deep sigh. “I know.”

Before he could go further into thought, everything changed- she was suddenly a Queen- and the room was a lovely chamber. She had several midwives surrounding her. She cringed her legs parted, stomach suspended, and breathing heavy.

One of the midwives- who looked like Peg- wiped Elsa’s forehead with a damp cloth. ‘Breath deeply my lady.’

Even Kai had changed, he was no longer in a pinstripe suit but a green tail coat and a huge yellow flowy ascot. His eyes were set on Hans with concern. “but its going to be okay son.” He smiled at him and nodded.

No longer was there a tray full of bloody tools, or gloves on his hands. Elsa was squeezing his hand tightly. but something really odd started happening- ice started working its way up his arm. Then he noticed most of the bed was covered in twinkling bloody ice.

The hand that wasn’t gripped in hers- the hand what wasn’t stroking her hair in the real world- covered his right eye and shuddered as he dug his fingers into his hair and cheek. “oh dear Lord… please no…”


Kai put his hand on Hans’ shoulders in an attempt to keep him from shaking so much. “What is it son?”


“The schizo- frineha… I’m getting an episode…” His chest- ornamented in beautiful colours pulsated with an irregular heart beat as he watched Elsa give birth. “I’m in a castle… and shes… shes giving birth…”

Elsa was to distracted to hear Pam enter. But she felt the mask being pressed to her face, and her eyes snapped open in surprise and fear. But then as he stood above her, smiling she knew everything was fine. He loved her. He could have killed her a hundred times over. But instead he had fought with all his strength to save her, because he loved her. Elsa wished she could give him another kiss. She wished could at least say ‘I love you’. Something. But she was in no position for any of that. So she just lovingly looked back into his eyes as he softly pet her hair. He may have hurt her in the past. But now there was no one she trusted more to be near her heart both figuratively and physically. Slowly the man she love started to fade from sight as she slipped into darkness.

But it was only for him to reappear spattered in blood and in a suit of a prince. “Somethinahhhhhhgs wrong!” Elsa screamed. There shouldn’t be blood. And this pain.. It was wrong. This was her first child, but she knew this wasn’t right “haaaaaaaana!” She screamed and gripped his hand tighter. A voice, that sound a lot like her old friend Kia, said ‘but it’s going to be okay, son’ and that made Elsa mad. Why were they comforting Hans? She was the one covered in blood. She didn’t even know who’s blood it was. She screamed again as more ice formed under her. But the ice, that was normal. What wasn’t normal was the pain, the ripping and taring she was feeling. “Get it out!!” Elsa screamed. “We are trying ma’am….” Said a midwife that sounded utterly terrified. “…but it seems to have latched on…” “What!?” Screamed the queen. ‘it’ something was wrong. She was giving birth. But not to a baby. “Elsa gritted her teeth and clung to Hans “what did we do wroaaahhhhhhhhhahhhahaahhh!” She screamed as more blood came out, but this time it was her mouth. Whatever was in her, was killing from the inside out.

Thankfully this was all just a nightmare not a blast from the past like it felt like at first. A world of torture all her own. But unthankfully it was one she couldn’t wake from because she was being held under for the surgery. Elsa heart was once again beating like crazy. “We are going to have to temporally stop it… For him to put it in…” Pag mused aloud just before she looked up to see Hans freaking out. “Schizophrenia?” Pam quirked an eyebrow “is that what caused the first attack?” The woman then shook her head, there would be time for questions like that latter. Now she just needed to know, “what do you take for it?! I’ll get you some form the pharmacy?” Normally she wouldn’t make offers like that. But a woman’s life was on the line. And she probably was going to get fired anyway, so what was the difference if she got the men a few pills that could help him?

Hans’ tremors grew worse. “yes…” The worlds began blurring together, Hans’ head pulsing trying to keep him in one or the other. He fell to his knees and squeezed his eyes shut. His head flew up as his mind decided what world to live it.

“what do you mean- it?” He shook his head at the midwife- who was exactly where Peg was standing in real life. He looked to Elsa who spat blood. “Elsa! why is she bleeding so much?! whats going on?!”


Kai stood underly confused- what the hell was he talking about? he knew why there was so much blood- what did he mean it- her heart was exposed to the open air! He realized he had to be talking about the flash he was living in at the moment. “I think hes too submerged in his episode for any medication to help… But I will get the records any way”


‘Medication? why on earth did he say I need medication’ Hans thought to himself as he kneeled next to the queen. “shhh. Elsa you have done nothing wrong-” Hans stroked her hair out of her face as he tried to comfort her- though he wasn’t ease himself.

Why was there so much pain- he knew that childbirth was painful… but what had gone wrong? had the child frozen inside of her?

for a second the real world hit him as he realized he had come up with the hypothesis of the baby being frozen inside of her- why was that conclusion so easy to come to- more importantly why did it surprise him less than it should have?

But he was dragged back into the past and the complete acceptance of the ice theory. “you’re going to be okay… isn’t she?”


Kai dialed his office- if Lucy (his faithfully unenthusiastic secretary) hadn’t gotten the files yet he was sure to fire her the next time he saw her in person. “Hello- Lucy, I need Hans’ Westergaards medical records- specifically those dealing with schizophrenia.”

‘Hold on one minute sir- I have them right here.’ the young woman on the other end said.

So for once she had done what she was told.

‘okay so he needs to take  a dose of clondophil (disclaimer- I made this up to not be insensitive to anyone who has schizophrenia or a have had bad experience with medications) every 12 hours, but no where in between- overdose is fatal. It does not prevent 100% of hallucinations, the really intense ones can over power the drug.”

“Perfect.” Kai said sarcastically. “does it specify how long the hallucinations be?”

‘ugh it says anywhere between a couple minutes to a few hours, possibly even a day at worst.’

“Shit. Thanks Lucy.” Kai hung up and turned to Peg and sighed. “All we can do is wait it out.”


“Wait it out?! She could die!” Hans screamed not realizing he was telling the truth in both worlds.

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Though he had fallen fast asleep- and on the verge of losing consciousness- Hans could feel the burning heat of Kristoff’s arms carrying him and the slight warmth emanating from Elsa’s cool body. The blood running through his veins was slow and close to freezing, but not quite. Elsa had succeeded, but should the liquids in his veins not be warmed they would freeze. Hans began to lose what little control of his limbs he still had as one arm fell off its perch and swing with Kristoff’s strides.


Olaf gripped the dress in one hand watching his parents being carried off. “But… but what if they’re not okay…” He looked at Anna with a teary eye. “What… what if daddy doesn’t make it? what will happen to Mama? will she still have to marry that…” Olaf tried to find a good word to describe Remus- though he could only think of a few he had heard Kristoff yell. “that-” his voice went hushed looking around to make sure no one but Anna would hear him say it. “bitch Remus?”


Almost on cue Hans began decaying faster getting colder in Kristoff’s arms. “Damn… Anna… Hes slipping fast.” He found himself again caring about Hans… but if Hans passed Elsa was sure to follow. Sure she had been able to sustain on her own, thrive even, but there had always been those pieces she couldn’t pick up on her own- pieces that neither Kristoff nor Anna could pick up for her.

Yet for some reason- Hans, who had more pieces that needed fixing, could help her pick her’s up even before they fell. They were both broken and well aware of it, but they became the glue that held each other’s pieces in place. The pain one held was understood by the other and healed. Both had grown so attached to each other, to the point where they broke when they were separated.

Kristoff was well aware of what losing Hans would do to her- the once strong self preserving Elsa would shatter. He flexed his arm pushing Hans’ head up.


Hans’ eyes opened his eyes for a second, but then they soon shut into an instant rem cycle- into and instant dream. It seemed like he fell into a fantasy of what could have been- of how life could have gone and still be at the same place without all the pain.


‘Forgive me your highness, so rude of me.’ He, tucked under his arm and flashed her a charming smile. ‘Prince Hans Westergaard.’

‘Prince Hans Westergaard?’ she paused a moment blushing and processing his name. ‘are you by any chance the representative of the southern Isles?’

He untucked her and twirled her around to face him again. ‘I am.’ Taking a step he started them dancing across the floor again.

He could see in her eyes she was nervous but trying to hide it, not to mention the slight twitch in her palm. To calm her he kept her hand clasped tight in his, and his other around her waist pulling her nearer to him. She submitted to every movement he made, yet held a dignified dominance over him. Every foot step she made was graceful and full of ease- like she had danced thousands of times before.

She stepped on his foot a quick moment.  Stopping the dance, she tore her hand from his and the other from his shoulder ‘oh no… Prince Hans… I am so sorry.’

He chuckled gently taking her hands back, placing one on his shoulder and the other in his hand.  ‘nothing to be sorry for my lady. But please, just Hans.’ His hand found her back once again as he gently towed her back to him- closer this time than last. ‘And If i may be so bold as to say, for claiming you don’t dance- you are a very fine dancer.’

Anna looked down at the boy. Her eyes held a look of sympathy that turned to shook at his word usage. Her eyes flashed to Kristof. The snowman must have gotten the word from her husband. She was going to have a talk with Kristof. If there were to be children soon, he was going to have to watch his language. Anna’s gaze then fell back to Olof. Her voice was one you used when explaining something to someone even though you knew the other was to young to understand “Well it depends, Olof. It depends on weather or not mama is going to have daddy’s baby. That’s the reason for Remus. Mama needs a man so she can have baby to be the next king or queen. So the jerk was here because mama thought she lost daddy. So she needed someone else to give her a baby. But now that Hans is back his baby might already be in Elsa’s belly, even if he doesn’t make it.” She kissed his head “but I am sure he will be fine.” But just as the words left her lips, Kristof shouted that things were getting worse.

The queen blushed a deep red at his kind words. And being this close to a warm body wasn’t helping much ether. “Why thank you, ‘just Hans’,” she giggled ’I have practiced before..” She admits “it is just I don’t like touching..” She sounds almost sheepish. “Oh and you may call me Elsa, no need for ‘your majesty’’ it seemed a bit quick to be so informal. Yet she didn’t regret granting him that ‘Is that so?’ The man smiled and laughed slightly at her joke ‘so….”ELSA”

The voice was no longer the sweet tenor of Hans. It was loud and female. “Elsa! Wake up! It’s Hans!” Anna was shouting, trying to wake the queen from her slumber Elsa shook her head to brake from the pleasant dream, because that’s all it was, a dream. She wasn’t dancing around with a charming prince. She was being set down by someone. As Elsa blinked away the sleep she could feel a body being placed next to hers. It was as cold as…as death “Hans!” Elsa snapped fully awake and then quickly scrambled to kneel next to him. There he was, the same charming prince, but this time he wasn’t sweeping her off her feet, he was dying “Hans!” Again she pressed her lips to his. It was her only hope. She lifted one of his cold hands to her lips and kissed it as well before pressing it to her cheek. “I love you…” She shifted his hand down to her belly. “We need you…” She sobbed. “You have to wake up! You just have to!” His flesh was cold against hers, but she refused to let it go. She refused to let him go. He had to survive. They were going to start a family together. Not only would they raise there own children but they would care for Olof too, the snowman would have a proper family. “Please! I love you! Please wake up” She sobbed over and over again peppering him with kisses as his once warm hand stayed pressed to her belly.

Kristoff kicked the door to Elsa’s chambers open- nearly bursting them off their hinges. “damn it Hans hang in there… you can’t kill Elsa like this- you didn’t the first time for a reason.”

He laid them on the bed, Hans nearly brittle.


Olaf didn’t completely understand what his aunt talking about… needing a man to have a baby… and how Hans’ baby got into her tummy, hadn’t she made him without a daddy? But that didn’t matter right now- his new found father was dying. He rushed to the bed- jumping on it shaking Hans with Elsa. “Daddy!” The flurry over his head began to blizard. “Daddy you have to wake up!”


Hans closed his eyes for a quick moment- but while they where closed she stopped speaking mid sentence and he felt her hands leave his shoulder and were wrapped around his head fitting him to her lips. When he opened them they were tangled in each other, but not in the small cottage, but in the master chambers of the castle. She paused above him, breathless and sweaty. ‘how does it feel to be king of Arendelle?’

He grinned and reached up to her lips. ‘not nearly as good as it does to be your husband.’ He closed his eye wrapping his arms around her and frisked her lips.

Parts of Hans wanted to stay in the fantasy- pretending this is how everything had happened… but the fact was that its wasn’t, he had tried to take an easier route in a time of weakness and attempted to avoid another rejection- this was his punishment for it. But the rest of him knew that it was no punishment, things were still falling into place as they were supposed to, he was still her’s and he was still alive. Fate didn’t want him to die yet- it was only the world that did.

He began fighting to wake up, fighting the temptation to stay in the heavenly world of what could have been in the alluring light of the fireplace, it wasn’t real and he had something that was.

The kiss helped triggering his blood to move faster through his veins- heating it. He let out a breath- a few snowy sparkles flew out from his mouth as he coughed slightly and attempted to open his eyelids.


“Mama! its working its working!” Olaf put his hands on Elsa’s arm. “do it again! do it again! Kiss him mama! make him wake up!” Olaf’s eyes lit up as hope of his new father coming back grew.


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The castle was silent and Hans moved swiftly twords Elsa’s chamber. Checking that the halls where clear he knocked on the door waiting for an answer

Elsa opened the door and said “come in before anyone comes”
Elsa closed the door and walked up…

Elsa laughed and started to kiss him than she headed a knock on the door

"Elsa, Elsa are you in there, it’s me Anna" Anna said trying to open the door


Elsa quickly pulled away and whispered “quick hide, we can’t let her see you”

Her lips where so soft he never wanted to leave them- but he wanted to be caught even less.
He looked around the room finding no decent place to hide. “Elsa- where?!”

Elsa looked around for a moment and said “hide, ummm., in the closet,”
"I hope this works, but if she catches you, just know I love you"

Elsa ran to the door opened it and said “hi anna can we go somewhere else”
Anna and Elsa than left.

-Later-

Elsa came back to the room she didn’t see hans in the closet and anywhere around. She got scared thinking he just left her or he got caught, she went around the castle whispering “hans”

Hans sat on the balcony taking in the fresh air he had been devoid of. He hated leaving her, but he needed to breath. The pressure of being found under the skirts of one of her gowns didn’t help him stay either.
He took in a deep sigh and continued to look up at the starts. In his fingers he fiddled with a necklace on a silvery chain. “Tomorrow night Hans…” and finished with another sigh.

Elsa found hans sitting on the balcony.
"Oh, there you are sorry it took long."
Elsa said as she sat next to him.
"I thought you got caught or just left me forever."
"So what made you come up here, what’s wrong you look nervous"

Hans jumped as her heard her voice nearly falling off the balcony and dropping the neck lace. “Oh… no reason… I just didn’t want to be caught.” He jumped off his perch and put the neck lack in his pocket.
Putting both hands on her lower back he pulled her closer. “Are we finally alone or should we be expecting any more… intrusions?”

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Hans felt a jolt running through his veins, running fast in his body. As it ran in the back of his neck he wanted to throw up, but he was far to tired and has nothing but ice in his body to come up.
Before long he had fallen into a deep slumber. A deep chilled slumber. The kiss had warmed him- enough to keep the heart pumping but his body remained cold even as the icy liquid changed to blood.

Damn… he did it again… Kristoff was so sick of Hans making everything far more difficult than it had to be. “Yeah… that’s best.”
He bent down scooping both up in his arms. Even combined both where fairly light- it made him question how Hans was able to carry Elsa with how light he was.
What was even more surprising was the fact that Hans felt far colder than Elsa. Kristoff remembered carrying him to the cottage the night of his ‘death’ and recalled that his body was warmer than most. He was in trouble- and for some odd reason Kristoff found himself caring.

The congregation watched again stunned not knowing what to do. Was the queen dead? Was their lord dead? A few small children fallowed Kristoff as he carried the couple to the castle, some even throwing flowers behind and in front of them to wish them a safe journey through their dark slumber.

Olaf trailed after, gripping Elsa’s dress as it hung. If a snowman could cry he would. “Anna… is mama gonna be okay?”

Anna bent down a scooped up her ‘nephew’. As she cradled the snowman, she mad sure he still had a grip on Elsa’s blood stained dress. “Mama will be okay.” She pecked the top of Olof’s head “it is papa we are worried about.” It felt odd to use those names for her sister and ex-fiancé. But it, strangely enough, it helped calm her down, talking to Olof like he was a toddler, and the people in Kristof’s arms, where the boys parents.
As she walked, cradling the boy, she though about her answer. It was true that Elsa would pull through this, unscathed. But if Hans died, the queen would be far from okay. If the lord was lost, the would lose the queen too. The state of depression that may be to come, would make Elsa over the past year, seem like the happiest person alive, by comparison.
"Everything is going to be fine" she cooed, not only for Olof, but for her, and for the entourage that walked with her.

As she slept Elsa dreamed. She dreamed about what should have been in stead of what had been. Anna was off dancing with a spritely older man. And a redheaded prince approach the new queen. ‘I am so glad you told him no, so now you are free to dance with me.’ He smirked
'But.. I don't dance' she said again
'You don't have to. It is all in the leading' the man said as he took Elsa's hand
Elsa was about to pull back, anyone would have. But she stopped. He had taken her hand by force, yes. But he hadn’t done it forcefully. In fact he was quite gentle, and warm. ‘If..if you say so…’
'I do..' He smiled again, and pulled or a better term was gently led, her towards the dance floor. Although he was persistent, he was more persuading then demanding. In his presence, Elsa found herself doing things easily, that she would have not done at all. 'You probably know who I am..' Elsa blushed slightly 'since you are at my party and all. But I sadly have no idea who you are.' She said in a way that asked for his name^!

Though he had fallen fast asleep- and on the verge of losing consciousness- Hans could feel the burning heat of Kristoff’s arms carrying him and the slight warmth emanating from Elsa’s cool body. The blood running through his veins was slow and close to freezing, but not quite. Elsa had succeeded, but should the liquids in his veins not be warmed they would freeze. Hans began to lose what little control of his limbs he still had as one arm fell off its perch and swing with Kristoff’s strides.


Olaf gripped the dress in one hand watching his parents being carried off. “But… but what if they’re not okay…” He looked at Anna with a teary eye. “What… what if daddy doesn’t make it? what will happen to Mama? will she still have to marry that…” Olaf tried to find a good word to describe Remus- though he could only think of a few he had heard Kristoff yell. “that-” his voice went hushed looking around to make sure no one but Anna would hear him say it. “bitch Remus?”


Almost on cue Hans began decaying faster getting colder in Kristoff’s arms. “Damn… Anna… Hes slipping fast.” He found himself again caring about Hans… but if Hans passed Elsa was sure to follow. Sure she had been able to sustain on her own, thrive even, but there had always been those pieces she couldn’t pick up on her own- pieces that neither Kristoff nor Anna could pick up for her.

Yet for some reason- Hans, who had more pieces that needed fixing, could help her pick her’s up even before they fell. They were both broken and well aware of it, but they became the glue that held each other’s pieces in place. The pain one held was understood by the other and healed. Both had grown so attached to each other, to the point where they broke when they were separated.

Kristoff was well aware of what losing Hans would do to her- the once strong self preserving Elsa would shatter. He flexed his arm pushing Hans’ head up.


Hans’ eyes opened his eyes for a second, but then they soon shut into an instant rem cycle- into and instant dream. It seemed like he fell into a fantasy of what could have been- of how life could have gone and still be at the same place without all the pain.


‘Forgive me your highness, so rude of me.’ He, tucked under his arm and flashed her a charming smile. ‘Prince Hans Westergaard.’

‘Prince Hans Westergaard?’ she paused a moment blushing and processing his name. ‘are you by any chance the representative of the southern Isles?’

He untucked her and twirled her around to face him again. ‘I am.’ Taking a step he started them dancing across the floor again.

He could see in her eyes she was nervous but trying to hide it, not to mention the slight twitch in her palm. To calm her he kept her hand clasped tight in hers, and his other around her waist pulling her nearer to him. She submitted to every movement he made, yet held a dignified dominance over him. Every foot step she made was graceful and full of ease- like she had danced thousands of times before.

She stepped on his foot a quick moment.  Stopping the dance, she tore her hand from his and the other from his shoulder ‘oh no… Prince Hans… I am so sorry.’

He chuckled gently taking her hands back, placing one on his shoulder and the other in his hand.  ‘nothing to be sorry for my lady. But please, just Hans.’ His hand found her back once again as he gently towed her back to him- closer this time than last. ‘And If i may be so bold as to say, for claiming you don’t dance- you are a very fine dancer.’