Note/s: I know what you're wondering, what exactly is this? This is a compilation of all the prompts, drabbles and challenges that I've made in tumblr for the hansanna fandom. I decided to compile 'em all here to make it easier for everyone (including yours truly) to find and read. I hope you enjoy! Rating may go up.

(Request: a sad hansanna drabble)

"Came to take another jab at me?" Hans sneered, watching Anna through the bars of his small confinement. The thawed princess narrowed her eyes, her little hands clenched at her sides.

"No, I'm here for something else." She said simply.

Hans arched an eyebrow. Then he pushed himself up from his sprawled position on the floor, using the wall for support. He was still a little shaken from his knockout earlier. He suppressed a hiss of pain from his protesting aches, no sense giving her that satisfaction.

"Then what do you want?" He pressed himself against the bars, gripping them with his gloved hands.

Her eyes, hardened blue, glared silently at him. Hans returned with equal measure. For a while, the sounds of the waves and bird calls echoed in for the lack of dialogue.

Then suddenly, Hans felt himself being pulled down, his face squeezed in between the gaps. He tensed, expecting violence.

But no, it wasn't.

One hand gripped his cravat, the other slipped past the bars and buried itself in the hair of the back of his head.

Her lips were cool, the warmth slowly building up with each glide and press. She took each of his lips between hers, sampling them with tenderness. His fingers clutched the bars like a lifeline as Anna continued her soft ministrations. It was a feeling like no other.

She pulled away with one last peck. And Hans opened his eyes, too late to realize that he had been returning her kiss this whole time.

Even worse—enjoyed it.

Shame filled him for letting her get the best of him. But rather than the triumph he expected to see in her blue eyes, an empty sadness filled them.

"That was all I wanted," her voice trembled, the words almost unheard, "all I wanted was you."

(Request: Hans and Anna play-wrestling of sorts)

A peal of laughter tore from Anna as Hans lunged towards her. He caged her easily atop the feathered mattress, pinning her small hands with his large ones above her head.

"Ah, looks like there's no escaping me, princess." The sparkle in his eyes betrayed the severity of his tone. Anna stuck her tongue at him, immediately drawing it back when he lowered his mouth trying to capture it.

She sucked in her lips as Hans began attacking her face with little kisses, muffled giggles vibrating in her throat.

Then, Hans moved his lips to her neck and the laughter was momentarily replaced with a gasp. She began wriggling in place.

"Hans, s-stop. You know th-that tickles!" Her words began to crack from the sensation.

"And that's why I'm doing this," he chuckled, redoubling his efforts. Anna squealed, her legs thrashing and her arms struggling to be free but he kept her in place. His mouth applied more pressure and she could feel a hint of teeth on her skin.

"No…stop it…!" Her pleas mixed in a tone of hysteria, "I can't take it…anymore!"

She jolted when he began humming at a particularly sensitive spot. She arched up to him, little tears in the corner of her eyes. The laughter began to hurt. Her throat, her belly…it was getting too much. She didn't how much more she could take.

"Ah, and here's my favorite spot…"

Anna's eyes widened in alarm.

No, not the spot near her ear!

"Hans, no! Stop it!" She struggled, short of breath.

He ignored her, "Here I go…"

"NO!"

One hand broke free and Anna used it to push his chest with a force so strong, it sent Hans flipping over to his back with a grunt. The springs of the mattress creaked slightly under the weight of his larger frame.

Anna sat up, gasping for some much needed air.

Hans released a hiss beside her.

"God, Anna…I think you sprained my wrist." He rubbed his right hand that had pinned her still trapped one before she had suddenly pushed him off.

Anna lightly brushed her fingers along a sideburn, whispering apologetically.

"I'm sorry, but I did tell you to stop."

Hans couldn't argue.

"You're right." He sought her eyes, the sparkle returning to his own, "Truce?"

Anna smirked.

"No, I believe I've won."

(Entry for Hanna Week, theme: Bad ending)

"It's unusual for you to be here Princess Anna," Prince Caleb of the Southern Isles said as he offered a plate of pastries. "Even more unusual is you wanting to see my brother. I promise you, he has been sufficiently punished for his crimes."

Anna bit her lip, shaking her head at his offering. "There was a….big misunderstanding. I have to see him."

Prince Caleb chuckled, dropping a lump of sugar into his tea. "My dear princess, what is there to misunderstand? Your letter explaining his crimes was very detailed." He leaned back on his plush chair and took a satisfying sip.

"Well you see…" Where should she begin? The part where she found out the trolls had used their magic on him? That they had planted an evil seed inside him that caused him to act the way he did?

"Oh Anna…if only there was someone out there who loved you."

Anna clenched her hands on her skirt. The memory sending a shiver. No, that was not the real Hans - her Hans. He had been corrupted! Everything made sense now. She had to see him.

"Your highness," She started again, "I really need to see him. I have to talk to him."

Anna held her breath, as she watched the crown prince slowly set his cup down, his features betraying no emotion.

Once he straightened back, he let out a vexed sigh. "Princess Anna…I'm afraid that is a very difficult request."

"Why? Where is he?" Had he been exiled?

"Prince Hans has been executed. Just a week ago. I know, seems cruel, he is my…was my brother after all, but a crime is a crime. He even had the audacity to claim innocence and cry out your name to the bitter end. You were right to call him a convincing liar."

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"Princess Anna?"

(Request: Anna and their daughter drabble)

Queen Anna laughed softly as she combed her daughter's auburn hair with her fingers. Little Emma was sitting on her lap, admiring the baubles and trinkets spread out on the queen's vanity, her little head turned to look at her mother, "Mama, I get to have these when I grow up, right?"

Anna nodded, "Yes, these belonged to my mother and one day you'll have them as well," Emma gasped with excitement at the thought, then her blue eyes fell on her mother's fingers, "Will this belong to me too?"

Anna looked down to her left hand, at the gem-encrusted ring of gold that never once lost its brilliance the day it was slipped on; "No," she smiled softly, "this one belongs to mama forever."