**This is not my actual story! I had troubles getting this story together, I don't know why, I think things were mixed up, so I took the chapters from my Quotev page, and am going from there. I hope that's okay. :3**
"Oh Anna, if only there was someone who loved you."
No, Anna!
Hans watched Anna from his eyes, but he could not control himself. He barely listened to himself as he turned away and started to explain to her his plan.
But this wasn't his plan.
His facial muscles turned into a cruel smile, dousing the fire beside where Anna lay, already cold. She closed her beautiful eyes, and Hans wanted to scream, but his body simply turned away, closing the door behind him as he exited the room. He heard a final shudder from his fiancee. Retaking his body over was like trying to lift something extremely heavy.
She would hate him, despise him. He felt his body shiver as well, from the cold outside, and the troll who had taken over his body chuckled, and he despised himself for letting this, any of this happen, wondering whether Anna would live or die now.
When Hans had first met Anna, he stared after her, having the strange thought that he would marry her. That all changed once she had hurried off for her sister's coronation and let him alone to his thoughts.
Hans's horse neighed, but it sounded horribly like a scream; Hans patted his horse, thinking something had spooked him, but the horse then reared. Hans found his body being thrown off his horse. He cried out as he hit the water, feeling the surface strike against his back, feeling like he had hit gravel.
Dazed, Hans felt his body begin to sink into the water. His heart beat rapidly, and his arms flailed. He didn't know how to swim. Dimly, he could just make out his horse rearing again, looking as though he were kicking away boulders.
Boulders… Why are there boulders?
He felt his ankles being dragged towards the port, his head going under water. He
spluttered, feeling water go up his nose and into his mouth. He cried out, realizing too late that he would swallow water. His legs were scraping up against the port, as what he felt to be small, hard fingers gripping at him.
Hans closed his eyes. He knew he would be dragged up from the water soon. He had the fleeting thought that he should have brought his guard with him, but he had wanted to come on his own.
Waiting as patiently as he could, he found his head being resurfaced, but he found himself going under again, as the small hands were dragging him up onto the port, his body angled into the water. As far as he could tell, he counted two, maybe three pairs of rock-hard hands on his ankles, his legs.
Finally, he pulled himself up and out of the water, once his hands were firmly gripping the side of the port. He sat up, one of his knees up, near his face He barely glanced at whomever had helped him up, coughing up water, and feeling his face going red as his lungs fought for air.
"We need to get him to Pabbie," he heard one of them say.
"Take over, just for a while until we get him there."
Hans blinked water out of his eyes, until he saw large rocks at his feet with moss growing out of them. Odd, they weren't there before. "Please sirs, my horse. Something scared him."
"Arnie, you do it," another voice told him hurriedly.
That was the first time Hans experienced the Control. That was all he could think of to call it. He felt a small hand, similar to the rocky feeling he had before on his legs clutch at his heart. Hans gasped, and his body stiffened.
It then relaxed. Oddly, the hand disappeared, as though dissolving in thin air. Hans tried to move, but nothing happened. His heart would have beat rapidly when he saw his right arm lift when he had not ordered it to. Hans could feel fear creeping into his body, but nothing more.
His body stood.
"Good, Arnie! Try acting like a snobbish prince!"
Hans's body imitated horribly the bow he had made to Anna earlier. "Prince Hans of the Southern Isles." His face smiled mockingly, his eyes crinkled. Hans could feel it all, but he did none of it. Hans's body looked down to see the boulders around at his feet. If he could have gasped, he would have. What he saw earlier hadn't been boulders. They were trolls.
Hans had only vaguely heard of trolls. When he was a child, his parents, the King and Queen of the Southern Isles had over exaggerated what a troll should look like. Big, ugly, and highly stupid. It was the common fairy tale that every child learned in the Southern Isles, and probably in Arendelle as well. Later, when he was fourteen, he had further read about trolls, that they disguised themselves as boulders. The knowledge came back to him now as his body stole a glance at them now, up close. In truth, the book said, trolls were much smaller, and more devious. This much was true of the creatures down at his feet. They could see into the future, but Hans had not read that they could take over bodies.
He had a horrible thought that no one who had actually experienced the Control had ever lived to write about it.
"We'll meet you back with Pabbie, Arnie. You know the way."
He had no further time to think about what was said as his body started to walk along the port, smiling genially at whomever was nearest. An old woman smiled at him, her wrinkled face crinkling. She curtsied to him, and he bowed, as he would have done, Hans thought. It was as though he were a ghost, seeing but not feeling.
The trolls must have gone, Hans thought. They wouldn't have shown themselves out in public like this. Trolls generally isolated themselves in the mountains, he remembered.
Arnie, the troll who must have had the Control over Hans's body said nothing as he walked, rather briskly to what Hans could tell, away from the castle.
Hans could hear none of his thoughts, and wondered if the same could be said of Arnie to Hans's. Hans tried to push off Arnie; it was a difficult sensation to explain, other than a heavy weight that had settled itself onto his chest and would not leave.
His body kept walking for what felt like an hour. He kept going, despite the stares of the people of Arendelle.
Hans felt his body turn and wave to the town, as though nothing was wrong. Hans felt grimly that the troll had lack of tact. Arnie turned again and headed back in the direction that he had originally been going.
He finally reached the drawbridge, where the guards looked toward him quizzically.
"Prince Hans," one of them said, bowing. The other quickly followed.
"I must leave Arendelle, but only for a few hours," he told them. They exchanged a glance. Hans could feel Arnie getting irritated. "You would dare defy a prince?"
The two guards shuffled uncomfortably, but the one who had spoken first had turned away to open the drawbridge. The other followed his lead again; Hans guessed he was the junior guard of the two.
"Thank you," Hans's mouth said crisply. Hans wanted to scream at the troll to stop, but he could only watch helplessly as Arnie stepped over the castle's large threshold.
The cobblestones beneath his feet had a distinct bumpy feeling beneath his boots. Arnie walked Hans's body briskly on. Hans focused where Arnie did, and then the realization hit him. Just beyond the fjord, where the mountains were, must be where the rest of the trolls must live.
Hans pushed at the troll, his chest straining.
"Stop it, you," the troll grunted.
Hans stopped, hearing his own voice. They were alone, and that was the first time Arnie spoke to him. He wondered how much the troll could hear from his thoughts again.
"I feel that you're trying to shove me off, but it won't work," the troll continued, Hans's body striding.
Hans felt a searing hot anger. Who was he to tell him that he couldn't control his own body? He pushed all the harder, but only ended feebly, feeling tired.
Arnie chuckled, and Hans for the first time felt ice in his veins. He really couldn't do anything. The troll hadn't even broken stride with his body.
"Sit tight," the troll said. "It'll be a while."
Hans had a thought that maybe he could overpower him in his sleep. The troll had shown no signs of being able to read his mind. Maybe his body could be taken over, but not his cognitive thought. The troll didn't respond to any of this, which far from anything, made Hans feel uncomfortable. What if the troll knew what Hans planned to do, but gave no sign that he did?
Arnie led Hans's body down the long cobblestoned walk. He didn't seem to notice the gentlemen or ladies that were walking into Arendelle. They too stared after him quizzically. A man took him by the shoulder, and Arnie turned slowly, as if sizing up some threat.
"Excuse me, Prince Hans of the Southern Isles?"
Arnie nodded, looking at the man coldly.
"Shouldn't you be in Arendelle?" the man asked. His mustache quivered expectantly. Hans felt that Arnie was about to retort, but he pulled himself back.
"I just have a few errands to run is all, good sir." He patted him on the shoulder; turning around again, Hans's body headed over the fjord.