The castle of Arendelle was decorated to the nines. Hans had been given his coronation, at the annoyance of his family. The thirteenth in line could have done anything, but they weren't satisfied with him. He still felt their judging eyes as the crown was placed on his head.
He was considered now a hero to Arendelle. He had defeated the "evil" Elsa and his "wife" Anna had been made frozen because of her. He immediately ended the eternal winter she had set upon them. It didn't matter to him they couldn't find Elsa's remains after he stabbed her heart. He had defeated her. He had Anna's frozen statue in his throne room. He would visit her from time to time to laugh at her. Her sister was dead and she was stupid enough to believe his lies. Even though the town went through a long mourning period, he defied tradition by demanding a coronation immediately. No one dared to say no to King Hans.
The night of his coronation was a long affair. Endless dances, food, and drink filled his long day of celebration. He was strained from the long night of dancing and wine consumption. He was intoxicated on power and loving every minute of it. He was quick to treat anyone who worked there as if they were a peasant. When he tried to sleep all of the excitement off is when strange things began to occur. He began to dream back to when he killed Elsa. It made him restless in his royal bed. Tossing and turning, as if enjoying killing her over and over again. As if his mind was trying to justify the event. It suddenly ended as he woke up in a sweat. He heard some loud noise coming from his window. Still mind still in a fuzz, he opened his window for air. For a second, he was convinced it was a hard rainstorm. He held his hand out and yelped quite loudly. A hailstone had bruised his palm.
The hail was deafening as it bounced off all the roofs in the kingdom. Hans was left to wonder what all of this meant. He tried reassuring himself, it must be the drinking. His dreams with Elsa felt so real, as if he was reliving the situation again. In his night clothes, he quietly left his room, taking his sword with him. He came back to the throne room, which no one besides him was allowed in. The room that held his Anna in her fear struck pose. He grimaced at her, as the sound of hail thundered outside.
"Is this what I get for taking away your sister?" he hissed at the statue. "Do you think you can make me feel guilty in my dreams for what I've done to the both of you? I will not live in fear Anna. I wanted to be king and here I am whether you like it or not!" he yelled and struck the statue with his fist. The ice was burning, as solid as it was the day he touched it. He had not once melted since his possession. He was going to say more as he heard footsteps. Not just anyone's footsteps. The reverberation sounded like many footsteps as if walking at once in the snow. This sound kept getting closer and closer to him. His paranoia was eating him alive. He thought he heard his guards scream and then there was silence. He yelled inaudibly at Anna, as if to blame her for all of his troubles. He grabbed his sword in preparation of what he was about to face.
Just before he could strike, his sword froze on him and broke into a thousand pieces. He hadn't seen this type of sorcery since Elsa. He stared for a long time at the sword in fear, before he looked up. Standing was a woman, all dressed in white. Her long icy hair drooped down to her shoulders. She wore a long winter coat in sky blue, with white fur trimming. She completed the look with a white ushanka, standing tall and regal over him. The thing that most scared Hans the most was her deep blue eyes. Those eyes took him back. As if he was staring at his victim once more.
"Well, she said. "I finally meet King Hans."
"How are you interrupt my peace and bring your sorcery into my castle! Who let you in and why haven't the guards seized you?"
"Well if you want, look for yourself" the queen gestured to the staircase nearby the door .The guards stood by, their hands frozen to the walls. All of their swords and knives, too shattered by ice. Hans quickly took one step back, almost knocking into Anna.
"Scared of a woman? How ironic," her deep voice bellowed.
"You can at least tell me who you are," he growled.
"I am the snow queen."
"Then… you must be Elsa's mother then."
"No… I did not give birth to Queen Elsa, but she is like a daughter to me. I feel the same responsibility with Princess Anna. Dear poor child."
"Don't you call her queen, she is dead. I am the king of Arendelle."
"You? King?" she laughed bitterly. "You were never suppose to be here."
"So are you going to stop me oh queen of snow?" he mockingly gestured to her.
"You're soul Hans is covered in ice and you're salvation is in hell. Mere stupid mortal, let me tell me tell you how things came to be," as she pulled one of the wooden chairs to sit in, it turned into ice.
"I have wandered for thousands of years on this earth alone. We are solitary beings by nature. I longed for a daughter of my own. A girl I could give my powers too. I found that being in Queen Iðunn. She was pregnant with Elsa when I found her crying. She had gotten lost in the thick woods. I took great pity on her. In return for her being found, I asked if I could pass great powers onto her child. She was frightened, but I reassured these would be blessings to her kingdom. I felt a great joy within my heart. Not only would she be queen of Arendelle, she would be my heir," she paused in thought before speaking again.
"You had destroyed and devastated me with your acts of foolish pride. I took Elsa with me after you had done away with her so you could take her place."
"Is that why her corpse was never found?"
"Oh, Hans you silly boy. She is not dead. I have healed her with my love. Love that is true thaws all things. She is in a great sleep. Not until I must do what I must do."
"So you're here to kill me?"
"Absolutely not and I wouldn't touch the fibers of your heartless cloak."
"Well then Miss Snow Queen what are you to do with me then?"
"I am going to be very nice to you Hans. Something I would not have done in my grief. I am going to give you three days and two nights. I will be back in this same exact spot as I am sitting now as the sun sets. I give you two choices. One that is you become my slave for all eternity. In reward for your sacrifice, you will get back your salvation. All events that have led to you seeking violence will be erased. Queen Elsa and Princess Anna will be in their rightful places once more. All will be made right."
"And what if I refuse this plan of yours?" he spat back.
"I will unleash the ice age upon this earth that hasn't seen since before the dawn of humans. All of Arendelle will feast on your rotting corpse. They will turn on you once they see that you were not the hero they think you are. All three of us will rise and send you to the hellfire to be burned for all eternity," she spoke regally as his eyes widened and shook in the greatest fear he had ever been in. He pictured horrible images in his mind.
"Stop oh please great queen. I will do anything you ask, but please don't give me that fate," he held part of her long coat, pleading on his knees.
"It is not for me to decide. You are the only one that can control your fate. I can only hope you make the right decision," she rose from her seat and stared straight into his eyes. "As the sun rises to the third day, I will be back to hear of your decision."
"What will become of Princess Anna?" he still shook in fear as sweat poured down his face.
"She will thaw regardless of you. Her safety is in my hands. Your salvation is up to you. Your guards will regain use of their arms and weapons once I leave this dreadful place. Goodbye sweet Anna," she kissed her stationary statue. As she left his throne room and left the castle was only when everyone was unfrozen from the wall. Hans went to look for her, only to find no foot prints. Hans was wide awake the rest of the night.