(A/N: I know, I know, I'm SUPPOSED to be working on my other story, but I HAD to write this after watching Frozen for the fiftieth time.
Disclaimer: Do you think a teenage girl would own the Walt Disney company?)
Hans kneeled in front of the Queen, pleading for his life.
"You wouldn't understand what it's like to be thirteenth in line for the throne!" Hans shouted, causing the Queen to flinch.
"Is that the proper way to speak to your Queen?" she asked, lacing the handcuffs behind his back with ice.
Hans scowled. "You'll never be a true queen in my mind."
The young queen narrowed her eyes at him. "You're supposed to be pleading for your life, not insulting me in front of my face."
"I know."
"Then shut it. Your plead is now over. Guards, take him to the dungeon. I have figured out what exactly what I am going to do with this idiot,"
As the guards grabbed Hans by the arms, the Queen sneered down at him. "It was your choice."
