C o o l w i t h m e | Helsa, dark!Elsa, good!Hans, F1, Snow Queen elements
"And what, Prince, did you hope to achieve by breaking into my humble castle?" said Elsa, rising from her icy throne. "I wonder why the likes of you assume they can come and go just like that. This is my home, after all." Her voice is full of poisonous sweetness, she speaks like she thinks he is a total fool.
Hans squared his shoulders and grabbed the sword tighter. "Where is Princess Anna? I have come for her!"
Elsa tilted her head, and scrutinized him. "Ah, princesses, everyone always wants to save these pathetic foolish creatures from evil heartless witches...and then drag them to the altar... Have no idea where she is. I guess she has already found a new suitor to replace you, Your Highness, and just ran away with him. She will probably pick another sister on the road as well, she is like that. Easy comes, easy goes."
"How can you speak so heartlessly about your sister!" Hans was offended. "I heard you loved each other once. I know once you were kind and gentle..."
Elsa frowned for a moment, but then she smirked coldly. "The past doesn't exist, and neither does the future. There is only this moment of the present, frozen in the ice of eternity..."
Hans made an attacking move, but with a careless snap of Elsa's fingers, his faithful sword turned into ice, and then crumbled into sparkling snow dust.
"Aw, Hans. Are you still trying to play the hero?" She walked up to him, the needles of her high heels cutting into the ice floor. Hans was defenseless, he's stunned but not by the magic that swirled around them, but by the Queen's winter beauty, and the yearning soul that shone through her azure eyes.
And this became his downfall, this moment of hesitation when he couldn't find it in himself: to kill her, to kill the witch.
One blink, and ice shackles wrapped around his arms, and a chain locked him to her throne. The second blink, and a naturalistic, beating but ice heart appeared in Elsa's hand. Without taking her eyes off Hans' face, she squeezed this marvelous creation in her fist, and it broke down into hundreds of blue shards.
"I have a better game for you to play. You will stay here, my brave prince, until your princess saves you or until you gather the word, yeah, L O V E from these wreckages. From the looks of it," she smirked again, "You'll stay with me forever."
Hans was forced to his knees, his chains were so heavy, but he still hit, for Westergaards are lions, not mice. "Oh Elsa, such a wicked cold-hearted queen, and thinks about love?" His sarcasm bit colder than her false sweetness.
Elsa left the throne hall, turning to look at him one last time, and no feeling broke though her mask of icy beauty.