For whatever reason, my lovely muse is in love with Hans. I don't get why, I kind of hate the guy. But she wanted a fic, she gets a fic.

Don't Let me Go

Plans always had a way of unraveling. He looked at the sleeping girl in his arms, placed on his horse's saddle, bouncing in between his biceps unconsciously. The plan was to kill her, kill her and take control of the kingdom. Power was a breath away, it wouldn't be hard to grasp. He was going to blame the murder of her younger sister on the ice witch. Everyone would believe him easy enough, Elsa scared the commoners, she terrified everyone around her on the night of her coronation. Yes, the plan would be easy to accomplish. But looking down at the girl, he could feel his plans shift. She was beautiful, that much was true. Her sister, Anna was beautiful as well, but in a different, less mature way. She was "quirky" which, in Hans's mind was just a nicer word for annoying. Anna was annoying. Elsa was quiet, more reserved, but with a beauty much like ice. She stood proud and tall, strong, and fearsome. She was quite the creature. She mumbled something in her sleep and shivered into Hans. He paused in his riding to draw his jacket off and place it over her. She sighed. He brushed back a lock of her metallic white hair. No. The plan. Remember the plan.

He rode on.

She awoke, finding her hands shackled to the floor. They felt uncomfortably cramped and cold. She tried moving her fingers in the metal but they wouldn't even budge. She yanked on the chain to look out the window. Her heart stalled when she saw the mess she had created. Hans came in the room. She took him in, he was tall, handsome. His chestnut hair swept over his face. She could certainly see why her sister had chosen him.

"Your majesty." He greeted her, stonily, trying not to notice how helpless she looked, how innocent. She didn't deserve this, and he knew it.

"You have to tell them to let me out!" She begged him. His felt pity radiate through him. He wanted nothing more in those seconds than to give her the key and free her. To pull her into his arms and warm her. To-, no. The plan. He regained his composure.

"I'm doing everything I can." He told her. Her lip quivered as if she were about to cry. Please, don't let her cry. Not in front of me. He begged someone, whoever was listening. Please don't let her cry right now. And she didn't. She stood up straight, and that was almost worse. She was so determined, so strong. He had to turn around and leave. He couldn't stand in the same room as her for this long. "I will be back later with some food." He told her over his shoulder.

He plotted, he talked with the advisers. He internally plotted some more. The first person to go when he became king was the Duke. Something about that man just rubbed him wrong. Talk about irritating. Hans noticed that he played with his ring a lot, spinning it around and around on the table. It had a dinosaur on it, and on the side was engraved "Watch how I soar" Well he was going to soar alright. Out of the window of the castle. Or maybe Hans would "accidentally" put a sword through his heart. The idea gave Hans great pleasure. Hans looked up at the clock and realized Queen Elsa hadn't eaten all day. He excused himself and rushed to the kitchen and had the cook prepare her some soup. He walked back into her cell, past the guard. She was sitting, stooped over on her cot when he came in. She straightened up immediately and fixed him with an icy gaze.

"I brought you some soup." He told her, lifting up the bowl.

"Oh great, just unshackle my hands so I can eat it." He looked down at her hands, coated in metal. This had been something he hadn't planned for. She couldn't feed herself. He calculated his options. He could have someone else feed it to her, but he was trying (for now) to be somewhat in the Queen's good graces, he had to appear like he was doing everything he could . . . and if that meant feeding her soup. . .he set the tray down on the bed and sat down next to it.

"I'll feed you."

"This is ridiculous." She said, huffing. Hans smiled charmingly.

"No, it's really good soup." He lifted a spoon to her mouth and watched her wonderful lips part to take it in. When he withdrew for another spoonful she smiled.

"You're funny, I can see why Anna likes you." She told him, smiling a bit herself. "Maybe . . . maybe after all of this is over we can work something out . . . between you two." She looked at the ground of the cell. He lifted another spoonful to her mouth.

"Maybe it's for the best. Maybe Anna and I were just . . . rushing into things." Elsa looked up at him now, and he could've sworn he saw hope in her eyes.

"Why do you say that?"

"Well I just . . . I just don't really know her at all." He told the queen. For once he couldn't figure out his motivation. What would not marrying Anna get him? A big lap full of nothing, that's what. His plan was going smoothly without all of this complication.

"You could get to know her." She said, swallowing another bite of soup.

"I'd rather get to know you." He cursed the words the moment they were out of his mouth. Elsa seemed to freeze, her eyes grew infinitely wider. "Excuse me. I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that." He stated shoveling the soup into her mouth faster than she could swallow in his nervousness, trying to avoid her response.

"Too . . . fast . . ." She said, choking a little bit.

"Oh. Oh i'm sorry. Forgive me, your highness." He paused to let her catch her breath.

"What do you mean you want to get to know me?"

"Well you're just so . . . so much more interesting than your sister. So strong and smart . . . and I just . . . I feel that I can relate to that a little bit more you know?" Elsa just stared at him. "I'm sorry, I keep speaking out of turn. I'll send someone else in to help you finish your soup if you want . . ." He felt his face heated with a blush he could not remember ever feeling before.

"No . . . no that's alright. I'd like you to finish helping me." He looked up at her and saw a tiny smile grace her wonderful mouth. "Maybe I could get to know you too, Hans."