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both foul and fair. beware the frozen heart. { under co. }

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gonna make a few hans icons, but if i followed you back you’re welcome to make me a short starter, like this for one, or come into my ask to plot!

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❖ acceptance | meme fill

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number 19: Forceful Kiss

Words: 1,104

Summary: That isn’t how a first kiss should feel.

Notes: (I got the same number that I did for Kristanna, AND I HAD TO. Hans/Anna. Meme fill for nastankimg. This is placed in an AU, where Elsa’s powers were not revealed to everyone, and the ball simply ended. Pretty unhappy, not fluffy, and ANGST. You have been warned.)

The coronation ball had been so much of what Anna had expected, and more. For better, and for worse. When she had met Hans earlier that day, there had been nothing save for smiles and butterflies in her stomach. The sensation hadn’t left her, not once, not until she asked Elsa for her opinion; for her approval. It had been years since she’d seen her sister for more than a few minutes.

It seemed that, in all the atmosphere, she had forgotten what her sister had become. An ugly monster, capable of nothing but coldness, of indifference. She felt the sharp pain of loss, as her sister stormed out. The urge to pull her back came to mind, but Hans had kept a firm grip on her arm. Not too hard, nor stifling, but enough to make her think twice about chasing Elsa.

                If Elsa wanted nothing to do with her, then so be it.

Anna had thought that out of anger, of hatred, but couldn’t stomach that emotion for long. She loved Elsa, wholly, but she couldn’t keep living like this. With Hans, she felt safe, and loved, and ωαηтє∂. That was a first, and something Anna hadn’t felt since her parents had died. It was different, of course, for he made her giggle, and blush, and swoon. He understood her, so clearly, so acutely, that it hurt to think that her own sister couldn’t see the light.

                           That Elsa couldn’t be happy for her.

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❖ pardon me | hans & anna

❖ In the afterglow of a night well spent, Anna had never imagined she could suddenly become so angry. She had slept in, as she always did, but Kristoff had come back to their room angry. After some prodding and poking, Anna was out of bed and into a dress. The news had hit her hard in the stomach, but no tears came. There was no point in that. There was no sadness to her thoughts, no room for such childish displays. No. Anna was too busy stalking the halls, steaming at the news.

                  Hans.

                       Had been.

                              PARDONDED.

The word was imprinted on her brain, too sharp, too fresh, for her to ignore. The man who had nearly killed herself, her sister, and taken over Arendelle, was pardoned. Anna knew she should have never let him go. They should have trialed him here, she added with a very notable huff. Several maids stepped back against the walls to avoid her, her warpath set.

Worst of all, the news hadn’t even arrived by courier, or by word of mouth. It came from the jerk directly! He had turned up, chuffing happily in the foyer she could only presume, speaking of how he’d only done what he thought was right, to save Anna. As she rounded the last corner, she spotted the sideburny liar and couldn’t believe it.

"Why are you here?"

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{ ♕ } To be quite frank, he was hardly surprised. Regardless of being ignored when far younger, he was still family-- and blood was thicker than water within their royal house. In fact, there was likely little he could do to warrant a trial that would not end in his favor, or with some meager punishment. There were terms to this pardon, of course, but they were hardly agonizing. He would enjoy it.

And thus, the Prince of the Southern Isles returned to Arendelle within a few weeks time, enough to relax, to let things settle...all before stirring up dust once more with his impromptu, 'diplomatic' arrival. Hans holds nothing but a smile on his face as his boots connect with the familiar floor within the castle, hands folded regally behind his back, certain one, if not both, of the sisters in question would seek him out. In all honesty, it made his task all the more easier.

            Lo' and behold, here comes Anna.

Dressed, perhaps, but there is no mistaking the disheveled, hurried appearance of her locks, nor the subtle glow to light pink skin that makes his lips quirk up into a razor sharp grin. "Oh, is this an interrogation?" An almost bored hum escapes, his gaze holding no slack as he eyes her, and then gives a rather dramatic sigh. "I can't say I am surprised to see you like this-- why, we could have consummated our marriage the very night of the proposal, from the looks of it. It would have saved so much trouble."

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I hate you by Sick Puppies

I hate you when you’re gone, I hate you turn me on. I hate the way I need you when, I don’t know where you are. I love it even more when I find you on the floor. I know you think you hate me, but I will always hate you more.

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Love is an open door.

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{ faints onto you }

{ ♕ } "Honestly, Anna. One would think you would have learned by now."

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"—You don’t look like the type who needs any sort of help we provide. Got somewhere to go?"

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{ ♕ } "And how would you know if I required your help, or any, at all?"

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"I’d hate to say it, But I get that a lot."

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{ ♕ }"I imagine so. Prince Hans, of the Southern Isles-- and, you are?"

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Hello?

{ ♕ }"--Yes?"

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{ ♕ }"--You are a strange creature."

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casually follows self. 8l

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gonna make a few hans icons, but if i followed you back you're welcome to make me a short starter, like this for one, or come into my ask to plot!