#mountainmankris

[blowblowthouwinterwind]

[9:20:19 PM] Benny: Elsa, still pissed off at Hans comes back over

[9:20:30 PM] Benny: "You know what, fuck you, I'm going to Norway anyway."

[9:20:37 PM] Benny: "AND I'M TAKING ANNA WITH ME"

[9:20:49 PM] Benny: [meanwhile, slips Kris the plane tickets for him and Hans]

[9:22:11 PM] Princess Taylor: LMAO

[9:22:16 PM] Princess Taylor: they meet in first class

[9:22:23 PM] Princess Taylor: "hhheyyyy boys"

[9:22:57 PM] Princess Taylor: anna screeches MILE HIGH CLUB and drags hans into a bathroom is what would happen here

[9:23:21 PM] Benny: Elsa just. Hides in a SkyMall magazine. God dammit Anna

[blowblowthouwinterwind]

Endgame

The torch had burned out. Somehow, it felt better that way. In the dark. Alone. Without her sun.

She was coming to hate the sun. The sun brought warmth and light, but also pain. Cold was preferable. Cold was superior.

It was a comfort, alone, in the dark, to listen to the storm rage outside of her prison, to know that the sirens were muffled because of the sheer volume of snow in the air. It was almost enough to make her forget the blistering pain at her throat.

Idly, she stared at the closed door, knowing where it was only because of her orientation on her prison bed. The 'gift' for being a 'good girl'. Her fingers picked at her other 'gift'. The gift she'd gotten for being 'very good'. Good but not good enough. Not enough to be a queen. She'd earned the place of 'pet'. A lapdog, or a cat to be stroked.

And pets needed collars.

Her fingers dug into blistered skin. Obsidian had smoked into her flesh. She doubted it would ever come out.

She waited for the sun.

[amoralhans]

Meteorologists remain baffled in regards to the stalled weather system in South Western Pennsylvania. While predictions stated the front should have continued East and given relief to the region, the storm seems unnaturally stationary, expanding to the North and East rather than moving on. Local governments have issued a State of Emergency as road crews try to clear streets.

[He stared at the news and tensed.]

Anna? Kristoff?

We need to get to Pennsylvania. 

[amoralhans]

[And guess who is sitting hollowly on the couch after the murderanna incident the other day? Him, because no one was in the room right then for him to feel from and couldn't even stew in his own brain over the complications.

Hans was just empty. Eyes fixed on the ceiling.]

[amoralhans]

[Marshmallow suddenly goes absolutely berserk outside, racing around, tearing into things, desperate, terrified, then, quite suddenly just stops and howls, then drops into an unresponsive snow-pile]

[…

He watched that and stared at the collapsed snow golem. He didn’t feel its emotions due to it not being a person, but…

He looked around.]…Anna? Kris?

I think something’s wrong with Marshmallow.

[amoralhans]

He cleared it up with Kristoff and sat outside the house, practically chain smoking while he waited for Elsa to get there. Kris would be there soon, too. To make sure things didn't get out of hand.

Hans blew out smoke through his nose while he looked over his hands, brows furrowed intensely. Yesterday was still full on his mind. So was the incident with Eli.

Sometimes he still spotted blood. But they were just in his head. He took a heavy drag from his cigarette and waited.

[amoralhans]

[6:47:22 PM] Elsa: "The Woman"

[6:47:24 PM] Elsa: omg

[6:47:43 PM] Hans: hahahaha WELL I COULDNT THINK OF WHAT ELSE TO CALL HER

[6:47:47 PM] Hans: ICE BITCH WAS TOO MEAN

[6:48:07 PM] Elsa: WOW

[6:48:11 PM] Elsa: WOW HANS

[6:48:16 PM] Elsa: I SEE HOW IT IS

[6:48:25 PM] Hans: (heart)

[6:49:10 PM] Elsa: dick

[6:49:14 PM] Elsa: XD

[6:49:28 PM] Hans: shhhhh

[6:49:34 PM ] Hans: i know u want my dick but not yet

[6:49:39 PM] Hans: we still need to have the talk

[6:49:51 PM] Elsa: hhhhhhhhh

[6:50:05 PM] Elsa: Gonna hang ur dick on the wall in my room

[6:50:16 PM] Elsa: gonna be a trophy of when I kick ur ass

[6:50:21 PM] Kris: we know you want the d elsa

[6:50:40 PM] Hans: u wanna ride the dragon

[6:50:44 PM] Elsa: kris u stay outta this

[6:50:48 PM] Elsa: XD

[6:50:54 PM] Hans: lolol

[6:51:17 PM] Elsa: Hans i want 2 make a wish on ur balls

[6:51:36 PM] KRis: wheezes fuck you hans why do you get the quirky euphemisms

[6:51:39 PM] Elsa: Hans is ur dick named falcor?

[6:51:41 PM] Hans: omfg

[6:51:49 PM] Hans: [waggles eyebrows]

[6:51:51 PM] Hans: but kris you are

[6:51:52 PM] Hans: rock hard

[6:51:56 PM] Elsa: Kris can i ride the rockslide?

[6:52:06 PM] Kris: stares at you both

[6:52:14 PM] Hans: C8

[6:52:17 PM] Elsa: kris u like fred flintstone

[6:52:21 PM] Elsa: u can make my bedrock

[6:52:30 PM] Hans: omfg

[amoralhans]

Hans hadn't been riddled with nightmares in some time now. So when he had gone to sleep he didn't expect to be visited with figments of his past. Places he only barely remembered. Cold hands, the smell of sterile chemicals. Promises he'd get better.

Never seeing faces.

So much fire.

So much screaming

He didn't mean to. Hedidn'tmeanto. He warned them hewarnedthemhewarnedthem. Don't touch him. Don't. D o n ' t.

He was sorry he was sorry. He didn't want to be put away again. He was trying he was trying not to feel. Feeling was wrong. 

Don't. Feel.

Hans choked out a breath and his eyes stared wide at the wall before he realized he wasn't in that environment anymore. Hadn't been for at least four years now, right? He rolled around, pressing into Kristoff quietly and suppressed his shivering, wrapping arms around and holding tightly.

Feeling was causing more problems than when he didn't have them.

But he wouldn't go back to that.

Not if it meant losing this.