1. Gloves
As he trudged up the mountain, Hans was beginning to tire. It had gotten to the point where he didn't know why he had even bothered going after her. His cheeks were growing red from the cold and his gloves seemed to be the only thing keeping him warm as the soldiers trekked up the mountain in search of Queen Elsa.
"Thank god for that." He muttered to himself as a flash of blue caught his eye.
He glanced over, noticing a blue glove flapping in the icy wind. It was carefully designed with the pattern of Arendelle. They were the gloves that seemed to cause this whole mess.
"Is something wrong, Prince Hans?"
"No, of course not." He replied almost immediately, shoving the glove into his pocket.
So she is out here somewhere… Hans thought, staring up at the snowy mountains.