Just a short little thing I wrote for a drabble request on tumblr


"You've got a visitor"

Prince Hans raised an eyebrow at the gruff-voiced guard. Who on earth would be visiting him at this hour?

A couple locks and tumblers clanked and clunked as the door to his cell was unbolted and pulled open with a screech. The second Hans saw his visitor, his entire demeanor changed, he leaned back on the bench he say on with a smug grin.

"Well, well, well. Princess Anna. And what to what do I owe the pleasure of your gracious presence?" He asked. Sure enough, Anna stood in the doorway of the cell, arms crossed over her chest and a sour expression on her face. She turned to the guard.

"Can you give us a moment?" She asked.

"You going to be okay in here?" The guard said to her, side-eying Hans.

"I'll be fine." She assured him, before she turned her attention back to the prince. The guard looked between them warily and gave Hans a brief glare before he backed out of the cell and closed the door behind him.

"I do hope you're here to apologize. I still have the bruise from our last encounter." Hans said nonchalantly, a challenging look in his eyes.

"I will when you do." Anna snarked back.

"Honestly, it's a wonder you didn't break my jaw with those man hands of yours-"

"Shut up." Anna growled before she took two quick strides over to wear he sat, practically straddled his lap, grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket, and crashed her lips into his. Hans gave a surprised grunt, but reacted quickly, his gloved hands coming up to grab her by the waist to steady her. She massaged her lips into his, and her heartbeat pulsed erratically at his touch. One of Anna's hands made its way into Hans' hair, and the other one came down to his chest, fisting in his shirt. Hans nipped Anna's lower lip with his teeth, a playful growl rumbling in his chest.

Anna pulls back, her chest heaving as she attempted to regain her breath. Hans started to drop kisses on her cheek and jaw, nibbling her ear. "Now we're even." She breathed.

"I don't think so." Hans purred, his voice low as he moved in, capturing her lips with his. His cool fingers caressed her warm cheek, and when she pulled away from him, his breath fanned over her nose and cheeks, and she almost couldn't leave him. Almost.

She stood up and straightened her rumpled dress, and he looked up at her, confusion and want coloring his face.

"Oh, Hans." She said in a patronizing tone. "We can't always get what we want, can we?" Before he even had the chance to get up and go after her, she was out the door, and it locked shut once more.

Hans sat on his bench, stunned for a moment and then shook his head, chuckling. One thing was for sure, if Princess Anna wants something, she won't stop until she gets it.