My Spring semester starts soon and I’m going back to the grind of things. I’m exploring different outlets of creative writing right now while starting a new part-time job on top of my college courses... I’ll try my best to queue my blog as frequent as I can. But in terms of new fanfic content, it has to be put on pause for a while.
Thank you, lovelies for such amazing support this Winter vacation. You all sparked my motivation to keep writing again, after losing sight of it for a while.
Author’s Note: Another addition to my Appreciation Drabble series to some wonderful people. Today’s fanfic goes to @princehansofthecutieisles80 ♡
I also made a Fanfiction account for my Frozen trash! If you want to check it out, you can right here!
Stemming from my Helsa One-Shot: “Proposal Disaster,” Elsa is flashed back to her days as a senior high school student. Honor role and potential valedictorian, what happens when she ends up in detention and bonds with one of her classmates from Calculus? Modern AU. Family.
It was just any other day of the week, really. It was Tuesday, probably Wednesday. But nonetheless, I was glued to my textbook like usual. Calculus was my favorite subject in high school. I definitely grew an interest in any math class I took while your aunt loved literature. The school day already started; it was around 8 in the morning when he walked in.
He always made an entrance when he walked in the room. I never talked to him because I never gave him the time of day. If you asked me, he looked like he was trying too hard; dressed in his leather jacket, white v-neck, dark blue jeans, and his motorcycle helmet held snug under his arm. His backpack, if you even called it that, only had one spiral notebook for all of his classes and an occasional pencil. But only until he had to ask someone else for one just to never give it back to them.
"Mr. Westergaard," our teacher sighed, taking off her glasses. "How is it that you're tardy? Again…" But he just shrugged his shoulders and went to the back of the class where he usually sat. "Fine, if you have nothing to say, you can think about it at detention,"
I just continued my classwork for that day. It wouldn't be the first time he got called out like that in the middle of class. So, as sad as it would sound, it was just like any other day during Calculus.
I was in the hallway after lunch when your aunt came running up to me. Don't tell her this, but I kind of didn't want to talk to her that day because I had a huge exam to get to. But now that I think about it, if it weren't for her, I don't think we would have ever met. Huh…
Anyways, long story short, she was just telling me about your Uncle Kristoff. She talked for so long, it made us both late for class. Now, my history teacher was very strict on being on time. If you didn't sit in your seat when the bell rang, you were marked tardy. If you weren't in the classroom, you were marked absent and he didn't allow anyone in until the bell rang for the next class.
Now, I was in the run for valedictorian and I knew that this exam was probably one of the most important ones to take, aside from the midterm and final. But, when I arrived at the classroom, the door was already closed. I never knew this because I was always on time. But apparently, he posts a sign on the door saying, "If you're tardy and try to knock, I'll fail you for the entire semester" or something along those lines. So, there I was almost on verge of tears, not knowing what to do until he showed up out of nowhere.
"Oh, don't cry about it. It's nothing to cry over anyways," I turned around and he's up against the lockers on his phone.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, feeling irritated. "Haven't you been tardy enough?"
"What, this is my class too," he explained, shoving his phone in his pocket. "It's alright, you wouldn't be the first one to not notice me when I'm in the room," I'm taken back by his remark when I didn't say anything back. It was confusing to me because based on what happened in Calculus, seemed like he catches everyone's attention.
"Hey, that's not-"
"Save it," I walked backward until my back hit the wall and he looked over me. I held my ground as heat crept up my face. "I'd love to hear all about it after school,"
"What are you talking about?" But all he did was move back, already walking down the hall. "Hey, come back here!"
"Room 416. Don't be late this time or you'll really hear it from the Principal," he winked at me from behind his sunglasses and disappeared down the hallway. I didn't know what he meant by that. But when my teacher gave me detention after school for missing the exam, I wasn't looking forward to seeing him again.
And there he was, feet propped up on the desk in front of him while on his phone. I looked around and didn't find any advisor watching over him.
"Hey," he looked up from his phone and smiled almost genuinely. I sighed and took a seat as far away from him as much as possible. But he just jumped in the seat next to me.
"Do you mind? I plan on trying to get some work done,"
"Hey, we have two hours. Might as well make the most of our time, am I right?" He winked at me. I rolled my eyes and just opened up my unfinished Calculus homework. "You're still working on that thing?"
"What and you're already finished? Do you even know how to do it?"
"Hey, I'm just lazy. It doesn't mean that I'm dumb," he looked over at my worksheet and snatched it from my desk.
"Hey!"
"You've got number seven wrong," he tossed it back, it almost falling off my desk.
"What do you know?" I snickered back. But I took a look and saw that I did do the problem wrong. I've been staring at the equation for a good fifteen minutes until he moved his desk close - a little too close, actually - and explained my mistake. Right when I thought I knew all the answers, he made me realize what I did wrong.
Fifteen minutes turned into an hour and we were just casually talking with each other. That same morning, I didn't want anything to do with him. But, after getting to know him a little more, I realized that I misjudged him. We had a little over half an hour left of our detention when an advisor came in.
"Oh good, you two decided to stay after all," the advisor mumbled out loud. I tried to hold my laugh when I heard him chuckle behind me. "After this, you're free to go home, Elsa,"
"What? What about me?"
"Oh, we've got another meeting after this, Mr. Westergaard. Your father is on his way and you'll be sure to meet with him in the Principal's office," and with that, he left us alone again.
"Oh, tough luck Hans," I sympathized lightly, packing up my things early. But I looked over and saw him shift from his usual playfulness to a strong surge of nervousness. "Hans? Are you alright?" But he just sat up from his desk and started pacing around the room. "Hans?"
"Shit," he cursed under his breath, nervously stroking the back of his neck. His breathing started to get louder until I could clearly see his shirt get damp. I got up and tried to calm him down.
"Hans, it's okay. It's just your father," I gently reassured, trying to grab his hand.
"Don't touch me!" He snatched it away so quickly, I felt a sharp pain in my palm. I pulled back, feeling worried. I just watched hopelessly as his pacing got faster and he slid down the wall. I almost broke down when I heard soft cries coming from him as he folded himself in his lap. I didn't care that he was distant, so I persisted. I took a seat next to him and gently placed my hand on his shoulder. To my surprise, he didn't shrink back to my touch.
Instead, he forcefully pulled me into a tight embrace. It caught me off guard so much that I instinctively tried to pull back. But I stopped fighting back when I heard him cry on my shoulder and his grip got tighter. So, we just sat there in the middle of the classroom and I allowed him to cry.
"That was the day I first learned he had anxiety. And the first day we met. Who knew, right?"
"So does he always act like that?"
"Not always, but I understood that he didn't want to show anyone. He was 'too cool for school' to be honest with himself," I chuckled as I showed Thomas the air quotes. "But after about half a year or so, I was able to encourage him to be his true self. I also learned that he's able to calm down without his inhaler when I'm with him. It makes me feel a little special whenever he tells me that,"
"So you both met in detention?"
"That does not mean we're allowing you to get yourself in trouble, young man," I turn around and see Hans standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. I chuckle and smile up at him as he walks in.
"That's right, listen to your father. But I know that our boy is better than that," I assure Hans, running my fingers through our son's hair. Thomas happily snuggles in his bed by my motherly touch.
"Oh, and by the way, your mother was the only one who noticed me every day when I walked in late every morning. She just assumed everyone else saw me too,"
"Really?" Thomas laughs. I smack Hans' arm as I blush in embarrassment.
"Noticed it ever time," he sits next to me and hugs my waist.
I never knew that. I smile to myself.
"Goodnight son," Hans whispers, handing him his stuffed horse. Thomas hugs it close and shuts his eyes.
"Goodnight," he says and I kiss him on his forehead. Hans and I walk out of his room, leaving the door slightly open. We walk down the hall to our shared master bedroom.
"Did you really have to tell him about my days in high school?" Hans sighs in embarrassment as he gets into bed.
"Of course. What else would I talk about it?"
"Oh anything else but that, Elsa. Looking back, I was a real dumbass. I didn't know what the hell I was doing," I lean over and kiss his neck playfully as I intertwine my fingers with his.
"Well, what about his grandparents?" Silence. "Or… maybe about his uncles?" More silence. "Can I, or at least - when can you tell him that story?" I feel disappointed again when he pushes my hand and turns away from me.
"He doesn't need to know about it,"
Thanks for reading! It’s been a while since I’ve posted my own content and I’m really sad about that... School and life catch up with you that I find it harder to find time to do what I love doing. But if you were waiting, thanks for being patient!
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@princehansofthecutieisles80 I love you so much! Thank you for being such a great person! I always smile every time you notice me when I see a notification from you in my feed. It’s embarrassing, I know... But I admire you so much and I appreciated all of those time you gave me the slightest time of day when I was lonely. Thank you for being a wonderful human being. I hope this Appreciation Drabble makes your day. ♡
Author’s Note: This is a collection of appreciation stories to those who, well, deserve to feel appreciated! This one is dedicated to the lovely @hella-helsa ♡
It’s the five year anniversary of Elsa and Hans’ relationship. This is the day Hans will finally ask Elsa to marry him. Hans has it all planned out and everyone is in on it. But what happens when things don’t go as planned? Modern AU. Inspired by Frozen Fever.
For what seemed like the hundredth time, Hans rearranges the centerpiece on the table. He steps back, tilting his head and examining the vase of flowers. With a frustrated sigh, he turns to Anna.
“Hey, is this centerpiece straight?” He worriedly asks.
“Relax, it was fine the first time you moved it,” she reassures as she hangs up the last of the fairy lights around the gazebo. Anna smiles and admires her work. “Everything looks like its ready to go!”
“Where’s Kristoff?” Hans asks looking down at his watch. “He was supposed to be here five minutes ago with the catering,”
“Hans,”
“What if Elsa isn’t home by eight? What if she’s held back at work and has to work over time? Then we would have to rearrange everything again!”
“Hans-”
“What if Elsa says no?” Hans voice cracks. “Does she even want to marry me?”
“Hans!” Anna marches up to him and grabs him by the shoulders. “Get a hold of yourself!” Hans is taken back when Anna suddenly slaps him across the face.
“Um…”
“Would you relax? Everything will be just fine,” Anna frustratedly sighs when she sees him still in a panic. “My sister really does love you. It’s been a long time coming but I’m sure she’ll say yes,”
“You really think so?”
“Of course I do. She’s my sister,” Hans finally sighs a breath of relief. He looks around the gazebo and gazes in awe in their work; a table for two is placed in the center under fairy lights and rose petals sprinkled all around the floor. It’s not over decorated; everything is just right. Hans reaches in his vest pocket and pulls out the small velvet box. He smiles to himself, already fantasizing the rest of his life with the woman he loves.
“Um, Hans?” He turns to Anna and sees her holding up her phone to show the time. “It’s already 7:55,” filled with sudden adrenaline, Hans snatches his coat from the chair, knocking it down along with the vase.
“Oh my god!” Hans shrieks, snatching it before it shattered all over the floor. “Damn it,” he sighs, setting it back in its original place. “Anna, where is Kristoff with the catering?!”
“Okay, why don’t you just go ahead and meet Elsa at home? I’ve got it from here,” Anna forcefully pushes Hans out of the gazebo as he tries to move things around.
“Anna…”
“I’ve got it under control! Just go!”
Hans anxiously grips the velvet box as he paces his living room floor. He glances at the clock on the wall and sees that its five past eight.
Maybe I should call her? I hope she isn’t held up at work.
He shoves the ring in his breast pocket and pulls out his cell phone. Through mid-dial, Hans hears the front door open. From the sudden startle, he quickly composes himself and waits for his girlfriend to come inside.
“Hans!” Elsa yells in frustration.
Oh God… Please, out of all nights, not tonight.
“You will not believe the day I had today!” Elsa kicks off her heels and stomps into the living room with her briefcase. “The entire department is such a piece of-“ Elsa is cut off when Hans stands there - dashing, handsome, and well dressed.
“Good evening Elsa,” Hans smiles timidly.
“Hans,” Elsa chuckles, forgetting her sudden anger. He walks up to her and kisses her tenderly. She’s caught off guard, dropping her suitcase to the side, and wraps her arms around his neck. Hans pulls back slowly to see her usual flustered expression. “Why are you so dressed up?”
Hans chuckles deeply and shakes his head. “You’re so beautiful,” he carefully moves her hair behind her ear and admires everything about her. Tonight, Elsa will finally be his. “Come on, I want to take you somewhere,”
“What? But I just got home,” Elsa already sees Hans walking to the door. Knowing that he won’t take no for an answer, she gives up and follows close behind.
“There you are!” Anna yells at her husband, rushing to the passenger side of the car. “Where have you been? You were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago!”
“Sorry! Sven wouldn’t stop running out of the house,” Kristoff sighs, slamming the driver’s door. “How long has it been since he left?”
“About twenty minutes,” Anna grabs the wine and bucket of ice as Kristoff grabs the tray of food. The couple rushes to the gazebo and carefully prepares the dinner. Kristoff scoops the pasta into the center of the plate, garnishing them with basil and garlic bread on the side. Anna steadily positions the wine bottle inside the bucket of ice next to the centerpiece. The two of them step back and admire their work.
“Great job,” Anna smiles, hugging his side.
“Thanks. You too,” Kristoff kisses the top of her head and pulls her close.
“Say, who’s watching Sven right now?”
“SVEN! COME BACK!” The couple turns around and sees their German Shepard dashing across the park grass with a helpless boy chasing after him.
“Olaf!” Anna shrieks.
“I’m sorry! He got out again!” Olaf wines, on the verge of tears. He sprints towards the dog as they both approach the gazebo.
“No, no, no! Sven!” Kristoff yells, preparing to catch his dog. But he swiftly dashes between his legs. Rose petals that decorated the floor flies all around them. Anna and Olaf quickly catch all the silverware in time before they shatter on the ground. Kristoff is tangled in the fairy lights as he sprints around the gazebo to try and get control of Sven.
“Kristoff! Get a hold of your dog!” Anna yells in frustration.
“Hey, he’s your dog too you know!” Kristoff makes a final sprint for it and tackles Sven to the ground. With a groan, the German Shepard tumbles in his owner’s embrace and stands over him.
“Finally,” Anna sighs.
“You’re in big trouble mister,” Kristoff glares up at him, trying to catch his breath from so much running. But he immediately laughs when Sven kisses him on the cheek.
“Hey isn’t Elsa and Hans suppose to be here by now?” Olaf asks casually, playing around with the imperfect petals around the table.
“Hans, will you please tell me what this is all about?” Elsa laughs as she asks for the hundredth time. Hans smiles over his shoulder and sees her overwhelmed with gifts ranging from a stuffed bear, a bouquet of red roses, a dozen handwritten love letters, and her favorite books.
“Come on, we’re almost there,” Hans explains, carrying her presents.
“The park?” Elsa asks as they approach the familiar scenery. “This is where we would always go after class in high school,”
“Mhm! There’s another surprise waiting for us there,” he turns the corner but is disrupted from a gazebo in disarray of fairy lights, an arguing married couple, a young boy with his hands in a bucket of ice, and a German Shepard eating pasta off the plate. Hans gasps dramatically and drops Elsa’s presents in shock.
“Um, Hans?” Elsa asks. He quickly turns around and sees her step closer. “Is this the surprise?” With a grunt of frustration, Hans stomps up the stairs and gets in between them.
“Enough!” Hans yells, causing Anna and Kristoff to stop their bickering. “All I asked was to prepare dinner!”
“Well, if Kristoff couldn’t just control his damn dog, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”
“I told you, Sven’s your damn dog too!” Sven pops his head from the pasta and pants happily when his name is called.
“You two ruined everything!” Hans yells, his face turning dark red. “I’ve worked for months to make this night happen after years of being with Elsa! This night was supposed to be perfect and you all messed it up!” he sighs and reaches into his breast pocket. But he freezes when he finds it empty. Elsa confusingly looks up at her boyfriend as he frantically searches for something, not knowing what’s going on. But her attention turns to a barking Sven.
“Hello Sven,” she coos, motioning him to come to her. His tail wags happily and he trots over to Elsa. “Did you like the pasta?” She chuckles, nuzzling the top of his head.
“Hey Hans, what’s this?” Olaf asks holding up a velvet box. Hans snaps his head to the boy in terror, wondering how it could possibly fall out of his pocket. Sven makes a 180, memorized by the small object in Olaf’s grasp. His tail goes turbo as he dashes for Olaf. Before Hans could get the box, Sven jumps out of nowhere and snatches it. Hans almost faints when the dog runs off with his ring.
“Get that dog!” Hans demands on the brink of exhaustion.
“Sven!” Kristoff, Anna, and Olaf yell in unison and start running around the entire park trying to catch him. Hans just collapses in the middle of the entire mess and folds up in defeat, covering his face in shame. He looks up when he feels a touch on his shoulder and sees a sympathetic Elsa smiling down at him.
“I’m sorry,” Hans sighs. “Tonight was supposed to be special and now it’s all ruined,”
“You didn’t ruin anything,” Elsa reassures taking a seat next to him. “I had a great time with you tonight,”
“Really?” Hans asks, feeling skeptical.
“I spent it with you didn’t I?” Elsa smiles and kisses his cheek. As the couple sits there in all of the chaos, Sven runs back up and stops in front of Elsa. “Hey there Sven. Aren't you full of energy?” She smiles while Hans grunts in annoyance. But Sven drops something in front of her, leaving his saliva all over it. “What’s this?”
Hans takes a deep breath and grabs a napkin from the table before he holds it up to her. “Elsa,” he starts, taking her hand. Anna, Kristoff, and Olaf stand over the railing and watches intently from the sidelines. Elsa tilts her head in confusion but her eyes grow wide when Hans reveals a beautiful diamond cut ring on a silver band.
“Hans?” Elsa gasps with a smile so wide.
“Elsa, you are all that I care about. Since the first time we’ve meet in Calculus, I knew that I’ve wanted to spend the rest of my days with you. Whenever I’m in a shitty mood, you are always there to help turn it around. You’ve helped me with my anxiety, you made me grow into the man I am today, and all I want to do is be by your side until the day I die. Even then, I know that we will always be together,” Hans smiles as he gently wipes away Elsa’s tears. She’s trying to calm her breathing but is too shocked and taken back by the moment. “Elsa, will you marry me?”
Elsa smiles with a faint chuckle as tears stream down her face. She couldn’t express her emotions right there and then because it was all too overwhelming. “Oh Hans,” she cries. “Of course I will,” before he knows it, Hans cries with her too - all tears of joy.
Hans carefully takes out the band and gently caresses Elsa’s hand. She giggles when he slips on the ring on her left hand and admires it for a while. Hans then turns his head and sees a crying Anna being supported by a proud Kristoff while Olaf holds Sven in a warm embrace. He giggles and shrugs his shoulders; an indirect thank you to the both of them. But Hans is interrupted by an overly happy Elsa who attacks him to the ground, kissing him lovingly behind the table.
Maybe the proposal wasn’t a disaster after all. Hans wraps his arms around Elsa’s waist, never wanting to let go.
Ugh, this was trash! I’m so sorry for the delay, I meant to publish this earlier but I’ve been caught up with responsibilities and shit. You know, the usual excuse us writers have for being absent for a while...
@hella-helsa I hope you’ve enjoyed your appreciation drabble! I think you are a wonderful person and I love all things Helsa that’s on your blog. We’ve chatted only a couple times but I really appreciated the gesture. I know that the two of us can conquer college together! Don’t give up! *cries out of exhaustion* I love you, darling! I hope you’re doing well! ♡
Author’s Note: Wow, it’s been a while since I’ve posted a fanfic. Sorry for the absence, being a full-time student isn’t easy... Hopefully, this trash of Helsa will make up for it! It’s a short one, I don’t even know what this is.
After over a year of the terrible blizzard, Elsa still struggles to control herself. But with the help of a faithful young Prince, he’s been by her side this entire time. But what could he know about controlling magical powers?
"Come on, try again," Elsa sighs in frustration as she growingly starts to lose patience with herself. With a rough brush of her fingers through her hair, Elsa takes a deep breath and tries to calm down. She summons all of her concentration as her magic dances all around her. Just like any other time, Hans watches in wonder at the beauty the Queen of Arandelle is able to create in the space around them. Elsa smiles at what she constructs and looks over at Hans. He smiles back with a genuine sense of proudness.
“Ha, look! I’m doing it!” Elsa cheers sculpting the cold atmosphere around her.
“You’re doing great,” Hans encourages. “Just remember to-“ But he is cut off as the ice crystals glow dark red. He quickly looks over and sees Elsa on the verge of another nervous breakdown. “Now, your majesty, remember what we practiced,” The Prince calmly instructs.
“I’m trying,” Elsa winces as she can almost feel the pain of the icicles stab her fingertips with her high levels of anxiety. As they both witness yet again, Elsa’s ice powers control over her. The Queen frantically tries to calm the beast she sees within her. But to no avail, her quick and anxious movements send a storm of razor-sharp ice blades right toward her. With a cry for help, Elsa shields her face from the disaster she once again had created.
After endless cycles of sessions, Hans dashes forward. As he stands firm in front of the vulnerable Ice Queen, Hans glares at the icicles spearing straight toward them. With ease and almost perfect precession, he sends an overwhelming heatwave of flames from his palms straight into the atmosphere, immediately melting the icicles. Hans winces at the slight ice burn from his core but pursues forward.
Once the deed was done, Hans ignores his slight injuries and turns toward the Queen. “Your Maj-“
“I’m sorry,” Elsa whimpers as her back is turned away from him in shame. “I just can’t do it,”
“If I may, your highness, you have nothing to be sorry about,” Hans reassures with a soft yet firm tone, letting her know to not blame herself. “Surely there must be something that can be done to help control it,”
“Hans,” Elsa sighs, feeling drained by the endless hours for the past year and a half. “How much longer can we continue this?”
The Prince steps forward and gently takes her delicate hand. “I’m never going to give up on you,” Elsa blushes, looking to the side. “After years of concealing,” Hans takes a step back and waves his hands in a familiar pattern. “You’ll learn to control,” Elsa gasps again at the intense, yet welcoming heat Hans conjures from his palms. Her eyes widen in wonder, longing for the unfamiliar warmth she’s been avoiding all this time. Hans notices Elsa moving towards the flames and quickly distinguishes it before she could get hurt. Elsa looks over at him.
“See?” Hans smiles gently. “Don’t be afraid, Elsa. You are not who you were last summer. You were lost, hurt, and alone. In time you will learn how to control them,”
“But… But I’m just-“
“No,” Hans firmly disagrees before she could finish. “You’re anything but a monster, you know that.” He closes the distance between them and takes her hands in his. “I’ll never give up on you. We can get through this together,” Elsa blushes again as her prince raises her hands to his mouth and delicately places his loving touch on the top of her knuckles.
Elsa is not perfect. She knows that for a fact. But with a little practice and patience, perhaps her life will be a little closer to perfect with someone like him in her life.
Not promising another one anytime soon, just in case my schedule gets crazy again. But thank you for sticking around. I really appreciate it! Our love for Hans lives on!
Author’s Note: Mystery and suspense. Did you miss part one? Click here!
Hans can’t take it anymore; he needs to leave Arendelle. But something inside him says otherwise. He needs to get to the bottom of it. The people, the kingdom, the Queen; why is everyone so overly happy? Almost like fate ran into him, someone else is determined to figure out Arandelle’s “perfect” secrets.
“Come on Sitron! We’re getting out of here,” I catch my breath only for a second before I dismount my horse. I quickly hoist myself up, gripping onto his reigns. “Go, boy! Go!” By my command, he started to gallop of out the stables, through the courtyard and out of the place.
“Did she just… conjure up a Winter? Inside the ballroom?” I ask to myself somehow hoping talking out loud would make sense to all of this. “Queen Elsa of Arendelle… How long has this been going on?” I didn’t want to admit it out loud, but Father was right. Arednelle has changed. As if on cue, the temperature dropped instantly and snowflakes started to fall. “What the hell is going on-?!”
“Ah!” Too distracted by my thoughts, I didn’t look where I was going and ran into someone. If it weren’t for the boat on the dock, the poor woman would have fallen in the water.
“Quick, Sitron!” With ease, my horse slammed his hoof on the boat, balancing it on the edge of the dock. “I’m so sorry! Are you hurt?” I ask with worry at the poor maiden.
“Not really,” she groans, slightly sitting up from the sudden fall.
“Sorry,” I apologize, in embarrassment. I mount down and quickly go for her assistance. “I wasn’t exactly looking where I was going,”
“Yeah obviously,” she dismisses my hand and stands on her own, dusting off her gown. “Why are you in such a rush anyway?”
“I need-“ I bite back my tongue, thinking about my next move. Should I really trust anybody here? So far, with everything that’s been happening, I should be on my own.
“Hey!” I blink out of my thoughts when she snaps her fingers in front of my face. “You still with me here? Geez, I swear everyone here is nuts,”
“Wait, what? What do you mean?” I mask on my true intentions, keeping on my toes.
“Have you seen everyone around here? There’s too much happy going on, its really freaking me out!” She shivers at the thought. “Since when does everyone decide to be overly happy? It just doesn’t make sense,”
“So, you think something is going on around here?”
“I know something is going on here. I’ve been here for a while and I’m just starting to figure it out,” I stare in awe, finally finding someone in this kingdom just as sane as myself. “And by the looks of it, you don’t seem to be under Queen Elsa’s spell,”
“Her spell?”
The young maiden looks around, checking for any bystanders. But by the looks of it, the entire kingdom somehow is able to fit in the castle that Arendelle looks completely empty; like an abandoned wasteland that was forgotten.
“Follow me,” she moves past and walks off the dock. “We need to get out of the public,” a little confused, I look around at the empty town, I grab a hold onto my horse and follow her suit.
“The name’s Anna by the way,” she introduces herself without turning to face me.
“Anna?” I ask, familiar by the name. Isn’t she…
“And you can forget to worry about me having any relation to that damn Ice Queen. We’re anything but related to one another,” despite the sudden Winter in the middle of Summer, I feel really cold being around this woman.
“I-I’m Hans,” But somehow, I trust her. Definitely more than the crazy people here.
Anna leads me to a hideout on the outskirts of town into the woods. It’s a small cabin that looks welcoming yet isolated from everything else in Arendelle.
“You can mount your horse here in front. I’ll meet you inside, okay? There’s a lot I need to explain,” she disappears inside and I stand there for a moment, thinking to myself.
“What have I gotten ourselves into, boy?” I sigh, tying him to the front porch.
Promise me one thing, come back home.
Suddenly, a new feeling of determination fills me. I tie Sitron securely, give him a firm pat on the back, and march inside. I am greeted by Anna dressed in comfy dress pants, a button up, and boots. She carries in what seems months of documents and work in her fragile arms and slams them on the coffee table.
“Go ahead and help yourself to some food, something to drink, or whatever,” she focuses on organizing her work while she waves nonchalantly towards the small kitchen. I chuckle at the different type of hospitality, but nonetheless, still hospitality. I walk over to the kitchen and just pour two glasses of water.
“So what exactly is going on here?” I ask as I walk over and take a seat next to Anna.
“You have to leave this place as soon as possible,”
“Wait, what?”
“Okay,” Anna sighs. “I should start from the beginning. Long story short, Elsa… She wasn’t always like this. Arendelle, this place I used to call home, isn’t home anymore. Ever since my parents died,” I stay patient and quiet, respecting her mourning. “Elsa completely lost it. And before we all knew it, she had ice powers. It wasn’t until the night of her coronation day that she discovered what she was capable of. Ever since she just couldn’t control herself. Elsa decided to use her powers only for herself; she figured how to control others wither powers.
She puts on this performance every year… It's like mind control, I’ve never seen anything like it. People all over come here and celebrate her coronation day but never go back home. Arendelle is in a deep famine of not just food, but of everything! We’re low on supplies, housing… It’s the worst! And we’ve lost all connection to other trading kingdoms because they all live here now!” Anna seems to have held all this frustration in for so long, I just sit and listen.
“But why do you think she wants all these people here?”
“I guess… Ever since our parents died, she felt really lonely. I wasn’t enough for her; she wanted this place to be home and fill it with a bunch of people. Elsa’s powers have gotten to her head. We need to put an end to it,”
“But she’s your sister,”
Anna glares at me, revealing a dark emptiness deep inside. “Not anymore Hans,” Heh, why does this all sound so familiar?
“That’s why we need to get out of here,” Anna stands, gulping down the water and rushes to her room. She comes back with some luggage. “We need to warn others and bring them to Arendelle. She’s a lost cause and needs to be stopped,”
I sat there for a second, taking it all in. And here I was looking to court a princess. I gulp down the water and sigh with sudden tiredness.
“My home kingdom isn’t that far from here; The Southern Isles? Have you heard of it before?”
Anna taps her chin for a moment. “No, not really,”
“Yeah, I thought so,” I sigh with a bit of defeat but not high expectations. “We’re not that widely known as Arendelle,” I chuckle dryly.
“Hey,” Anna smiles softly. “Maybe after you help me, I could help put The Southern Isles on the map,” I look up at her in wonder and scoff at the thought. “I’m serious,” she laughs as she squares her arms on her hips. “I assume you came here to join our kingdoms together, right?” Anna smirks when I feel a sudden heat creep to my cheeks.
“Um…”
“You’re so easy to read,” Anna laughs playfully. “We’ll see how it turns out. Maybe we’ll both get something out of it in the end,” she shrugs with a sarcastic yet optimistic tone.
“You know, for a princess, you definitely don’t act like one,” I smirk back at her coyness.
“Hmpf,” Anna smirks. “Thank you,” she turns her heels and walks to her room. “Make yourself at home but you get the couch. We’ll leave first thing in the morning,” she calls from over her shoulder and closes the door.
Come back home.
“Don’t worry Mother,” I say to myself as I kick off my boots. I lay down and get comfortable on the sofa. “I will,”
I was woken up by a loud pounding at the door, I fell out of my sleep with a thud. I look up, hair in disarray, trying to calm my anxiety. I snap my head to Anna’s room but the door is open and she’s not storming out here.
“Um… Anna? I think we may have some company,” I harshly whisper as the pounding got louder. I quickly fix my hair and stand tall. I go through Anna’s luggage and find a dagger protected by its sheath. I pull it out carefully and, with caution, approach the impatient person (or people) just outside the cabin. With a deep inhale, I grip the knob and open the door with a loud yell, dagger in the air.
“Whoa whoa whoa! Calm down, it's me!” Anna shields herself. “Relax, I was just getting some rope for the trip,” I look down at the bundle of rope sashed around her shoulder. I sigh in relief and lower the weapon.
“Don’t scare me like that,” I toss the weapon to the side and turn to go back in. The sudden fog stops me in my tracks.
“Boo,”
Then, it goes black.
I wake up to a bad headache, almost - just almost - as bad as the ones I get from a fight with my brothers. I slowly sit up and adjust myself to my new environment; cold, hard, and quiet. “Am I… Am I in a cell?”
“Where else would you be?” I stand up quickly by the sound and there she stands; Queen Elsa on the other side my prison bars. “Hello Prince Hans,” she smiles.
“What did you do with Anna?” I demand, stepping out of the dark.
“Oh, you’re worried about my sister? Isn’t that cute?” She cocks her head to the side. “It’s a shame, really. I didn’t want any disturbances during my coronation holiday. But yet again, The Southern Isles decides to mess it all up!” I wince at the sharp pain in the body as she conjures a brief yet strong enough Winter breeze to bring me down to my feet.
“What are you talking about?”
“Let’s just say that you weren’t the first of your kind to come here and try to ruin my perfect kingdom,” unsure if it was from the burning cold or what, but my heart seemed to freeze. “And we’ll be sure that you’re the last,”
“We?”
I hear a click of heels down the dungeon halls, growing louder as it gets near. I stare in disbelief and confusion. “Anna?”
“Such an obedient little sister,” Elsa smirks, hugging Anna’s arm. “Thank you for looking out for him while I was busy with our people. Poor thing was long gone when Mother and Father died,” for a moment, she actually sounded genuine about their death. “But now, she no longer has to worry about that, don’t you Anna?” Elsa waves her hands through the air around her and sprinkles Anna with a small snowfall. Anna sighs in pleasure, closing her eyes and taking in her sister’s magic. I shrink back a bit in disgust and even more confusion.
“Yes Elsa,” Anna smiles brightly. “Arendelle is home,”
“You won’t get away with this!” I yell in frustration. “Don’t you see, this isn’t a perfect kingdom if your people aren’t genuine! They’re all your little robots waiting to be commanded; they’re blinded from your powers that they all forgot who they are. Families are still waiting for their return or they just lost hope after all these years of being gone. You need to set them free! Everyone here is captive and prisoner! What kind of kingdom is that?!”
“The kind that I get to finally control after years of being isolated and ignored!” Elsa roars. I step back as her emotions get the best of her; a small but growing snowstorm builds bellow her. The walls have grown colder and coats in layers of ice, turning dark red instead of a crimson blue. “I’ve been alone for so long and I’m not going to let some little prince take it all away from me!”
I scream as Elsa’s magic strikes me. I yell in agony, falling to the floor helplessly. What is this?! I look down at my hands as they slowly turn white. The pain is so bad I don’t feel anything anymore. I look up and see a furious, hungry, and seductive Ice Queen.
“What did you do to me?!”
“What I did to everyone else around here; I froze your heart,” she smirks. “You’ll die soon enough. But don’t worry, you’ll come back; reborn. A brand new addition to the family,” Elsa snaps the prison bars in her hands and struts forward. I try to crawl away but her heels stab my calf, making me cry in pain.
“I’ll make sure you’ll never leave,” Elsa grits her teeth in annoyance as I try to shake away her surprising strength. “Arendelle is home, Hans.” She caresses my face in her touch and I suddenly can’t move. I’m lost in her gaze; wanting - craving - to be touched again.
“Elsa,” I sigh hopelessly.
“Our home is your home,” she whispers causing my body to shiver. I wine as my Queen steps back, leaving me alone to myself. But her smile, her beautiful smile, gives me so much hope. “I’ll come back for you my prince,” Anna holds out her arm and the two sisters strut out of the dungeon, slamming the cell door behind them.
“Elsa, come back,” I tiredly plead reaching out for a touch. “Please,”
Come back home.
“What?”
Come back home. My son, please. Come back home.
I gasp, probably the last of my breath, and cry. I hold myself, shivering vigorously, and sob on the cold prison floor. Mother… I look up and see the prison window. Outside is nothing but white; a blanket of cold and lifeless white. I’ve failed everyone. I’m never going to see my family again. Those damn brothers, such bastards! I’m never going to prove myself to those idiots.
“Mother…” I shiver, feeling the ice consume the entire lower half of my body, quickly up to my neck.
“Arendelle is home. Our home is your home. Please, come join us inside,” Anna steps out to the courtyard and hugs my arm. I look down at her happily as we both kiss each other sweetly.
“Elsa wants to see us before the event, sweetheart. Won’t you come join me?” Anna smiles sweetly.
“Of course, anything for-“
“HANS!” I turn my attention forward as a party of people come rushing into the gates; twelve of them to be exact. I look down at Anna in confusion and she smiles brightly, reminding me what to do for the new guests. Then, I follow suit.
“Hello! Welcome to Arendelle, where our home is your home! Please, come join us inside,”
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Author’s Note: Children AU. Dedicated to Princehansofthecutieisles80. You deserve all of the recognition for just being a great person to talk to. I hope this fanfic does it justice. ♡
Anna attends Arandelle Elementary as an innocent little 3rd grader. In the middle of the school year, a new student enrolls in her class. As everyone ignores him and quickly becomes an outcast, Anna decides to be different, as always. ♡
It is a sunny day at Arandelle Elementary and Anna, along with the rest of her classmates, is scattered around the room completing their individual activities. Anna and her circle time buddy, Kristoff, share a desk together as they work on a coloring worksheet.
"Do you have pink?" Anna asks, looking over at his drawing. Kristoff reaches for his cup filled with colored pencils and accidentally knocks them over. Anna giggles as Kristoff furiously finds the bright red piece of wood and hands it over for her to take.
"Here!" Kristoff pouts as a deep blush creeps on his chubby face.
"Thank you," Anna smiles and continues with her coloring worksheet.
"Do you remember what red and blue makes?" The two students sit and contemplate for a moment, perhaps a little too hard with extra and unnecessary effort.
"Over there!" Anna exclaims, pointing across the room. Kristoff turns his head and sees her acknowledging the color wheel displayed on the other side of the room. "Come on," she pushes her chair away from the desk and stands, holding out her hand. "Let's go check together!"
Kristoff blushes at her initiative behavior but pouts instead, masking his secret crush for Anna. "Fine, but I won't hold hands!" Anna just giggles and walks with him across the room.
"Excuse me, class," all the third graders turn their attention to the front door of the classroom and see the principal peak in.
"Hello, Ms. Johnson!" the classroom's teacher greets from her desk. "Is he here already? I was expecting him to arrive a little before lunch time,"
"No, he has arrived a little early than expected. But that's perfectly alright," all the children look at each other in curiosity by what the adults are talking about. "Come, say hello to your new classmates," the principal gestures from outside the entrance and in comes into view a new addition to the class. "Everyone, please welcome your new classmate Hans. He transferred from The Southern Isles Elementary uptown and will now be joining us from now on,"
"Welcome Hans," the teacher walks up to the new student and greets him with a happy smile. "We're so happy to have a new student join us!" Hans stays silent and looks down at his feet, unable to speak. "Don't worry, we'll be sure everyone makes you feel at home," and with that, Principal Johnson dismisses herself.
"He looks so serious," Kristoff mumbles to Anna as they observe his inclusive behavior. "Something must be wrong with him," he shrugs it off and continues across the room to view the color wheel. But Kristoff stops when he feels a lost presence of his circle buddy. "Anna?" Alas, it is already too late as Anna approaches her teacher and new classmate. Where is she going? Kristoff's cheeks burn with anger as he tries to hold back his tears.
"Oh Anna!" the teacher exclaims. "Anything wrong, sweetheart?"
"Hello I'm Anna," she greets, ignoring her teacher. "Would you like to have a circle buddy?" The new student stares at his new classmate in confusion.
"Right now we're having circle time and everyone has a circle buddy! This is perfect, why won't you two be paired up this week with each other?" Unknown to them, Anna's excitement overshines Kristoff's disapproval. Hans, however, stands amongst them with a straight face; masking any emotions for them to witness.
"Okay," Hans nods, only complying with his teacher's orders. He is taken off guard by Anna taking his hand in her’s and guiding him to her desk.
"This is going to be so fun!" Anna cheers. "You can sit here, I'll go get a new worksheet for you," Hans observes his classmate skipping to the teacher's desk. But her happy walk is interrupted when she nonchalantly knocks down another kid's tower of building blocks. The said student throws a fit and Anna hyperventilates with apologies. Hans furrows his eyebrows when he sees her immediately build another tower, only this time more grand and colorful.
What's wrong with that girl?
The entire day, Anna welcomes Hans to the entire class during free time and recess. As they play on the playground structure, Hans stays silent as the other students try to get to know him. This causes poor Anna confused by him not accepting their kindness.
"He's really quite,"
"He's just shy though. I'm sure of it,"
"But he doesn't even talk at all. Does he even know how to?"
Hans hears the usual teasing and easily ignores it. But Anna, on the other hand, does not like it one bit.
"Hey!" Everyone turns towards her by her sudden outburst. "That's not nice!"
"Oh yeah?" A student with a bigger built steps forward and tries to intimidate the young school girl. "What are you going to do about it? You older sister isn't here to protect you because she's out on a field trip," he smirks.
"You need to apologize right now," Anna steps forward with her hands on her hips. She glances over at the victim of the situation and still sees him unphased.
"He doesn't seem to care about it. Why do you?"
"Because he's my friend!" Anna proudly claims. Hans' head snaps at attention and stares; no words exchanged, no emotions shown, he just stares and thinks to himself.
"No one's your friend Anna," the bully laughs. "You're getting on my nerves," he takes another step forward and forcefully shoves her to the concrete. Anna shrieks as her fragile body scraps across the pavement, her elbow bleeding with a painful, but not too serious, wound. Hans grits his teeth and is about to step forward but one of his classmates beats him to it.
"Anna!" Kristoff cries out, rushing to her side. Hans observes from the side Kristoff rough housing with the bully, punching and shouting for him to apologize. It doesn't take too long for a supervisor to come running in and breaking them up. The entire playground has their attention as the boys are escorted to the principal's office and Anna being attended to by another supervisor. Hans takes a deep breath and walks towards her.
"Oh hey Hans," Anna smiles as she sniffs away her tears.
Why is she smiling? Did she not just get hurt?
"Are you alright?"
ME!? This girl...
"Don't worry, she should be fine by lunch time," the supervisor assures him. "Come on Anna, let's get you to the nurse's office," he watches Anna walk away, leaving the lone student to himself. With the last few minutes of recess, Hans walks the courtyard by himself.
Whatever, I don't need her babysitting me. Hans kicks on some rocks as he walks around with his hands in his pockets. But as he spends his time alone for the first time since he arrived at the school, he suddenly feels lonely.
Towards the middle of the day, Hans is found working on a math worksheet with ease. He gets through almost all of his packets within the hour instead of it meant to be spread out throughout the week. But his attention is caught off short when he sees Anna come back from the nurse. A subtle pain in his stomach catches him off guard when he sees her elbow wrapped in bandages. But that pain immediately subsides when Anna's face brightens up when she sees him. She runs over to their shared desk and takes a seat. While Anna babbles on about her adventure the nurse's office, third grader Hans subtly smiles to himself, enjoying listening to her talk.
When lunch time rolls around, the both of them take a seat at a table before most of their classmates because they have packed lunches.
"What did you pack for lunch?" Anna smiles, unzipping her lunch pail.
Hans, unknowing himself, opens his food for the first time that day. But he slumps in his seat with disappointment when his mother packed him leftovers from last night. A mixture of cold pizza, potato chips, carrots, and hummus is what he has to deal with today.
"Wow, look at all the food!" Anna gasps in amazement. "Pizza? That looks so yummy," Hans sighs to himself and disappointingly unwraps the food from the plastic wrap. Not too focused on the task, he looks over to his classmate and freezes his movements in time. Is that...
"Sandwiches!" Anna cheers, holding up the medium sized BLT in her hands. Hans' eyes dilate in admiration as he notices all the bacon, lettuce, and tomato between two soft buns of wheat bread. Anna notices Hans' stare and smiles up at him in confusion. Hans snaps out of his dreaming state and turns back to his boring cold pizza.
The entire week goes by this routine. Anna greets Hans every morning as they line up to go to class. Hans sometimes waves or even smiles a greeting. But most days, he just nods his head with his hands snuggled up in his pockets. Throughout circle time, Anna and Hans are assigned as partners. Anna watches in amazement how fast and swiftly Hans finishes his work so diligently. So, with the remaining time, Hans offers her some help. He stays patient with her and, unknowingly to himself, doesn't have a problem with it.
Recess and free time come around and no one wants to play with them. Anna is even surprised when her friend Kristoff distances himself. All week he has a bandage over his nose to cover up his scar from earlier that week. But nonetheless, Anna enjoys Hans' company. They play on the swings, play catch, and walk around the field talking about their day.
Lunch is a normal routine as Hans always sees Anna packed with a different kind of sandwich every day. He is amazed at how many her mom is able to make from BLTs, hoagies, Philly cheese steaks, and more! Reluctant to be too forward with her, Hans fights the urge to ask her for a bite every time.
On Friday, the last day of the week until everyone enjoys their weekend, Hans notices Anna is more excited than usual. He decides to not ask her about it, knowing that this is her normal behavior by now. He knows this considering he's been by her side the entire week. And quite frankly, Hans doesn't want it to change.
"Hans, hurry up!" Anna shouts from across the courtyard. Everyone is on their way to the lunch court as Hans unenthusiastically takes his lunchbox out of his backpack, already feeling the disappointment of last night leftovers of chicken and rice. Hans catches up with Anna and sees her skipping ahead of him in excitement.
As the two students sit down at their regular table, Hans unexpectedly speaks up out of nowhere.
"Why are you so excited today?" Hans asks. This causes Anna to grow even happier, knowing that her friend is now talking to her casually.
"Because I have a surprise for you!" Anna claps. Surprise? For me? He masks his excitement by raising his eyebrow questionably at her.
"Okay..."
"Ta-da!" Hans' eyes grow ten times in size when Anna pulls out the biggest and freshest sandwich he has ever seen. It is a honey ham and cheese sandwich with lettuce and tomato between two crisp white pieces of bread. His eyes start to sparkle in wonder at the beautiful creation.
"S-Sandwich?" Hans whispers shyly. "For me?"
"Of course," With ease, Anna tears the meal in half as her mother already precut the sandwich the morning of. "I could tell that you weren't happy with the lunches you have every day. So I asked my mama to prepare a bigger sandwich for me and my friend at school!"
"Friend?" Hans blushes as Anna hands him her other half. Anna giggles and nods. "Thank you," he timidly takes a bite of the creation and sighs in happiness at the delicious taste. Together, they share that honey ham and cheese sandwich at lunch time. As well as each other's company for the rest of the school year.
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A pointless drabble of Queen Elsa and Prince Hans getting in an argument. Despite Hans feeling extremely vulnerable, he tries to persuade out of getting in trouble with his usual conniving strategies.
Queen Elsa of Arendelle stomps furiously down her castle hallways, determined to find him. For an ice queen, she is steaming with rage. When she passes by the servants, they swear they can see the steam exhausting from her ears as her face glows dark red. Continuing down the halls, she stops in front of the entrance to the castle library. With a deep inhale, she kicks the door open.
"HANS!"
The Prince of The Southern Isles is startled as he drops a handful of books he tried to carry to the nearby desk. Quickly, he looks over his shoulder. In an instant, the color drains from his face as the Queen of Arandelle stands at the doorway; eyes glaring daggers, hands squarely on her hips, as a dark aura surrounds her figure.
"Y-Yes?" Elsa stomps into the library and swiftly slams the door behind her with a flick of her magic. Hans shrieks and dives head first behind a fortress of books. She stands over the quivering Prince, huddling in a fetal position.
"Get up! Explain yourself!" without hesitation, Hans stands at attention and nervously eyes Elsa. "Please try to convince me why you thought it was a great idea to postpone not just one, or two, but all of my meetings tonight with the dignitaries!" She raises her eyebrow in irritation when he anxiously plays with his gloves with a painful expression.
"I can explain..." he timidly whispers.
"Oh I'm sure you can," Elsa nods with a chuckle as if she's testing him. "Because I thought I've explained to you how important these meetings are. Do you remember me telling you that last week, Hans?"
"Y-Yes. Yes, I did..."
"These dignitaries were supposed to make a shipment deal with Arendelle for the next season! We're already low on supplies and because you just decided to postpone the meetings, all things until then are scarce! Do you have any idea what that means?!"
"It means that we're-"
"It means that we're forced to use all of our emergency supplies! Those were supposed to be for a real emergency, Hans! Not because we were behind on shipments!" Elsa cuts off Hans' obvious apprehensive behavior. He starts to get nervous when he notices ice crystals forming around the carpet she's standing on.
"Um... Elsa?"
"And now we have to pay double the shipment because of you Hans! Why did you make such a careless mistake? Did you ever think of the consequences of your damn actions?!" Hans shivers when the library around them starts to frost. His warm and shivering breath is now visible as he hugs his arms for warmth.
"Seriously Hans, you're not King yet; this is still just a courtship. You don't have the authority to make drastic decisions without consulting me first," Elsa sighs, knowing this wasn't the first time she gave this lecture to her Royal Consort.
"I know, but..." By now, Hans looks down at his feet shamefully with his arms gripping tighter around him.
"Oh sorry," Elsa snaps out of it for a second and turns the room back to normal temperature. "But really Hans, why did you do it?" she asks, suddenly feeling tired. Hans mumbles a response under his breath. "What?" Elsa steps closer. Again, he mumbles quietly. "What?" she asks sharply, stepping even closer.
"I just wanted to spend at least one night together," Hans confesses, feeling frustrated. But his eyes widen and his cheeks heat up, knowing he can't take it back. Elsa just stands to look up at him and waits for an explanation. He clears his throat and nervously fixes his uniform jacket.
"You've been busy for the past month every night with those stupid meetings with those stupid dignitaries and staff," Hans pouts. "I'm bored all night with nothing to do. So I just sit in here and read everything twice. And when I'm done and go to the bedroom, you're not even there yet. Your duties take too much of your time that I don't even get to see you when I wake up, let alone go to bed.
So yeah, I canceled those meetings on purpose. But can you blame me?"
For the first time since their courtship, Elsa sees Hans in a new light. A different man stands before her; a man who is vulnerable and honest. It is a sudden stranger but Elsa is silently eager to get to know him better. Out of nowhere, Hans offers her a look she's never even seen before.
"What are you doing?"
Without any words, his eyes soften. Elsa is taken back, not knowing how to react. Hans leans in closer, trying to look into her eyes for a response.
"Stop doing that! Stop it with your face!" Elsa sternly says, pink creeping onto her cheeks. But Hans' eyes just softens more, if that's even possible. Elsa looks away, biting the bottom of her lip.
Damn it, Hans! Elsa screams internally as she tries to compose herself.
"Elsa? Can you really blame me?" Hans repeats himself. At this point, they're both aware that Hans is toying with her.
"Honestly, Hans-" The Queen sighs and turns towards the conniving Prince. But Elsa's speech falls short as Hans catches it in a swift kiss. Her eyes shoot open in shock as his own flutter shut. With a soft sigh, Hans pulls back and smirks when his Queen covers her mouth in embarrassment.
"As I've said, my Queen," the now familiar flirtatious Prince asks with a smile. "Can you really blame me?" Elsa is left awestruck and feels a sudden heat burning in the pit of her stomach. Not knowing how else to react, Elsa furiously blushes and drowns Hans in a pit of snow.
"Whoa!" Hans loses his balance and falls into the sudden pile of snow in the room. He quickly shakes his head to the surface and sees a yet again, furious Elsa now stomping out of the private library.
"I expect to see you tonight at 7 sharp!" she demands over her shoulder, blushing hotly of red.
Elsa sees Hans smiling like an idiot in the small Winter she created, with his head resting on his hand. He admires her frustrated episodes, knowing well that he secretly won an argument yet again. She grunts at his smugness before angrily strutting out of there, swiftly slamming the door shut behind her with a flick of the magic she knows he loves so much. And deep down, Queen Elsa doesn't even try to deny it.
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