(A/N): So this story will probably be short. It's about the popular fan theory that Han was mind controlled with insurmountable greed by the trolls and that he is trapped in his own head while he hurts Anna. When they said "Get the fiancé out of the way" they meant it literally. It just went further than they had planned. I personally accept this theory and so I'm writing a fanfic of some of his thoughts. Without further ado let the angst fest begin.

Han trotted his white steed down the cobblestone streets. Arendale was gorgeous! Flowers sat in miniature trofts underneath windows, kids ran around joyfully, the pure lightness and happiness of the kingdom could be felt in the air. It was amazing and so very different from the kingdom he called home. It was dark and musty in the Southern Isles. The people weren't kind and the weather was tragic. Han adored traveling so that he could get away from the place. Maybe even find a beautiful kingdom of his own. Although being the twelfth heir it seemed no princess or queen would ever want him as his brothers were sure to frequently remind him. He knew it was as they said, he was a repulsive outcast; unfit to be loved.

He pondered his gloomy future when out of nowhere his horse came to a quick halt. Apparently he had hit something...or someone. He looked up quickly, worried that somebody had been hurt. He mentally kicked himself for not paying more attention. He feared he was a selfish monster.

What met his fair eyes was a young lady in a beautiful gown. She was falling into a row boat. The boat was about to crash into the water and ruin her attire. Han quickly put his heel into the horse's side causing the steed to put his forefoot down and keeping the boat from crashing down into the water.

"I'm so sorry!" He says with concern lining his voice. "Are you okay?"

The pretty girl nervously laughed and brushed a bit of seaweed off of her hair. "Uh, yeah, no, no, I'm fine."

Han found her adorable stuttering to be covering the fact that she was indeed hurt so he checked again as to not be selfish. "Are you sure?"

He hopped off his horse to see if he could help feeling like a reckless klutz.

She sits up a bit. "Yeah, I wasn't looking where I was going. I'm fine...I'm great, actually."

He sighs internally. "Oh, thank goodness. I'm so very sorry."

He extends his gloved hand to her to help her up. She takes it and looks at him expectantly.

"Oh! Uh, I'm Prince Hans...of the Southern Isles." Of course he would forget to introduce himself. He felt so foolish!

She smiles ever so sweetly. "I'm Princess Anna, of Arendale."

He feels so rude to have not recognized her; this was her land! He clumsily kneels before her. "My lady."

His horse who is well trained does the same but as he does he lifts his forefoot off the boat sending the entire thing in an angle towards the water.

He falls and almost lands on top of her. "Woah! I'm sorry."

She laughs lightly. "Hi, again,"

The horse brings his foot back down sending the boat back to a horizontal position. She then is laying on top of him. "Oh! Oh, boy."

She blushes. "This is awkward. Not that you're awkward. It's just we're ...I'm awkward. You're not awkward...you're gorgeous."

He helps her stand and is confused as to why she would say something so nice to him.

"Wait...what?" He says, making sure she was actually talking about him. She couldn't be...he was nothing but a current bother.

He brushes it off, it couldn't be. "Um...I'd like to formally apologize for hitting the princess of Arendale with my horse...and for every moment after." He says in shame.

She seems not to mind though which takes him by surprise.

"No, no, no! It's fine. I'm not that princess. I mean, if you had hit my sister Elsa it would have been...yeesh. Because... you know."

She walked to his horse and petted it softly. "Hello."

Turning back to him again she said. "But lucky you, it's just me."

She said it like a joke so he offered a small laugh. She couldn't mean it...she was wonderful. "Just you?" He said hesitantly and unsure. He stared at her in a slight trance. She was so...perfect. Quirky little freckles dominated her nose's small frame and her round cheeks were flushed. Her bright eyes were smiling and her luscious hair shined in the sun.

Suddenly her expression changed to mild panic as bells rang off in the distance. "The bells..." she said quickly, "the coronation!"

She quickly turned. "I'd better go! I have to go, I better go...bye!"

He smiles weakly, surprised she had paid any attention to him. He manages a small wave as her dainty figure runs away. His horse decides to lift a hoof as well and Han realizes he's still in the boat. "Uh oh."

He crashes into the water getting soaked. He pulls himself back onto the dock. Now how is he going to dry off and still make it to the ceremony.

He climbs onto his horse again and heads for the castle. He wonders why she had stayed and talked. He could see no reason why...maybe she liked him. No, it couldn't be. Could it?

Thankfully he's all dried up when he reaches the castle, thanks to the sun. He takes a seat and waits for the ceremony to begin. The bishop is already at the altar.

It isn't long before Elsa processes in with Anna in tow. She stands in front of the bishop with Anna at her side. Anna looks back at Han and smiles. He shyly waves and she waves back...she does like him. He feels so happy. Maybe his brothers were wrong all those years they told him he was worthless...Anna didn't seem to think so.

Then the bishop began the short prayer declaring Elsa queen. When he finished Han stood up with the rest of the congregation and applauded her. They then processed out and the crowd followed.

A small party ensued and everyone was to attend. Han made his way from the small chapel to the ball room.

Upon entering he felt very anxious because he didn't know anyone there. He decided to find Anna and hoped she still thought well of him.

It was just then coincidentally that she and her sister were announced. She seemed to be content with talking to her sister so Han aimlessly wandered until he thought she was done.

He looks over at her rather helplessly as he sips his drink. She's been offered a dance by the Duke of Wesleton. He decides to wait until the end of their dance to approach her.

When their dance finishes Anna goes back to talk with Elsa so Han stays where he is and tries talking to the gentleman next to him.

"Having a good time?" He asks as politely as possible.

"I was." He snarls as he stalks off leaving Han a tad embarrassed.

He sees Ana walking away from Elsa looking a bit hurt so Han gets up and heads over. He's about to say something to turn her around when she's knocked over by a rude prince.

By some miracle Han manages to grab her hand as she falls and keep her from hitting the floor. She blushes and smiles.

"Glad I caught you." He says trying a bit of a pun, even though his brothers always hated his little jokes. They had said he wasn't clever or witty and he should just quietly exist somewhere out of their way.

She seems not to mind though which he appreciates more than anything.

"Hans." She says and he is happy she remembered his name. Although with how klutzy he had been, who could have forgotten it.

He looks down at her and melts into her smile. Placing the drink he had awkwardly been sipping in the corner on a tray Hans proceeds to grab her other hand.

The music starts and he finds himself swaying across the floor with her in his arm. The joy at being noticed by such a amazing lady swells through him. He knows he must be ridiculous to think anything will last but he lets himself be happy as he doesn't often get the chance.

After the music ended she pulled him over to a balcony and started talking. Her adorable ranting was perfect seeing Hans usually didn't know what to say.

The entire evening they talked and he was so very happy that they were getting along. She sincerely seemed to care about what he had to say. It made him feel loved like never before, an opened door after so many locked ones.

He soon was very comfortable talking with her as she was a naturally easy-going person. They walked outside of the castle and through the beautiful gardens. He playfully nudges her and she nudges him back.

When she does he notices a small white streak in her hair. "What's this?" He asks softly, uncertain if it's a bad subject. He's sure she gets that question a lot.

"I was born with it." She says, just taking it in stride. "Although I dreamt I was kissed by a troll."

He smiles. "I like it. It's...quirky and personalized."

"I don't however like trolls." He adds, remembering the terrifying stories his older brothers would tell him about how they'll mess with your mind and hurt you unless they favored you.

"Well, why not?" She asks.

Not wanting to scare her because it's dark at the small garden gazebo they're sitting under he shrugs. "Just find them odd."

"So how many brothers do you have?" She asks changing the subject.

"Twelve. Three of the pretended I was invisible for two years. Got to hand it to them, they were...committed."

She gasps. "That's horrible."

Hans just brushes it off. "It's what brothers do."

"And sisters." She says, seeming to relate. "Elsa and I were really close when we were little but then one day she just shut me out and I never knew why."

Hans puts his hand on hers, feeling very sympathetic. "I would never shut you out."

She smiles. "Okay, can I just say something crazy."

He nods. "I love crazy."

"All my life I've had doors just slammed in my face and now that I meet you, I just..."

"I was actually thinking the same thing, because I've always been trying to get my own place to find more open doors instead of being locked out." He says, totally understanding where she's coming from.

She nods eagerly. "But with you..."

"With you I feel in place." He finishes.

"Yes!" She says. "You're...you're..."

He smiles. "My open door."

"Exactly. Come on, I'll show you a special place." Anna says pulling him with her.

She leads him through the castle to a special place on the roof.

"You know what's crazy?" He says.

"What?"

"We finish each other's..."

"Sandwiches." She interrupts making him laugh.

"Yeah, that's what I was gonna say." He smirks.

"I never met someone who thinks so much like me, it's amazing." She says sighing happily.

"I know, I'm so glad I met you" he replies.

She smiles. "I think I love you."

He almost cries, this is to perfect. Whenever he starts feeling like he's going to cry back home he would joke; so that's what he does now.

"Can I say something crazy. Will you marry me?"

She laughs outright. "Can I say something even crazier...yeah totally; yes!"

He turns to her and extends his hand. "We should get back to the banquet."

She takes his hand and smiles. "You have to meet Elsa."

They walk back to the castle and they're almost there when Anna whispers to him. "But really, are we a thing."

He nods. "Absolutely."

"Let's prank Elsa and pretend we actually want to get married right away."

He laughs. "Okay."

They push through the crowd and find Elsa.

"Elsa!" Anna calls. "Um, I mean, Queen. It's, uh, me again."

"May I present to you Prince Hans of the Southern Isles." She motions her hand towards him.

"We..." He says trying not to laugh.

"Yes we would like..." Anna tries to help but then almost laughs herself.

Then in unison they both say "Your blessings on our marriage."

Elsa looks taken back. "Marriage?"

"Yes!" Anna squeals, playing the part beautifully.

Elsa however seems to be taking the matter over dramatically. "I'm sorry, I'm confused."

"Well we haven't worked all the details out ourselves . We'll need a few days to plan the ceremony." She says.

Hans wonders how far she's going to take the joke. It is funny.

"Of course we'll have soup, roast and ice cream and..." she gasps. "Wait, would we live here!"

"Here?!" Elsa says.

"Absolutely!" Hans says, playing along.

"Anna!" Elsa says, getting upset.

"Oh and we could invite all twelve of your brothers to stay with us."

"I'm not sure about that they're kind of rough." He says but she continues on.

"Of course we have the room."

Elsa's getting really worked up now. "No, no, no, no! Wait! Slow down."

Anna is quiet now ready to listen to Elsa's inevitability priceless reaction.

"No one is moving in, and no one is getting married."

That was kind of harsh if Anna had been serious. "Wait, what?"

"May I talk to you? Alone?" She says.

Anna looks at Hans and wants him to see her full reaction to so she says. "No, whatever you have to say you can say to both of us."

"Fine." She responds. "You can't marry a man you just met."

Anna almost laughs, this is the reaction she wanted. "You can if it's true love."

"Oh, Anna." She replies coldly. "What do you know of true love."

That was mean, cruel almost. The joke is gone and it isn't funny anymore. This is serious.

"Well, more than you. All you know is how to shut people out." She retorts.

Elsa gasps lightly. Then her face sets . "You asked for my blessing and my answer is no."

She looks troubled. "Now if you would excuse me."

Hans steps forward. He has to tell her that it was intended as a joke. "Your majesty if I may ease your..."

"No, you may not." She cuts him off before he can explain. "And I think you should go."

She addresses the guards. "The party is over. Close the gates."

"Yes your majesty." He replies.

"What!" Anna says; distressed. "Elsa no...no wait!" She goes to grab her hand and only gets her glove.

"Give me back my glove!" Elsa says angrily.

"Elsa, please, please! I can't live like this anymore!" Anna desperately begs.

"Then leave." Elsa coldly replies and walks towards the door.

Anna stands shocked with her glove still in her hand. "What did I ever do to you?!" She cries after her.

"Enough, Anna." Elsa says with a strained voice.

"No, why! Why do you shut me out?! Why do you shut the world out? What are you so afraid of!"

Elsa turns to look at her. "I said, enough!"

She swipes her gloveless hand defensively. When she does, sharp ice protrudes from her fingers and line the floor. There's a large gasp.

Hans looks up at her in shock. If she has magic she should be able to hide it unless she was deeply upset or hurt. He feels bad that Anna had said such things. Now accusations are flying around the room of witch and evil magic.

Elsa turns out of the room and runs away.