Here's a little alternate-ending fic I've had in my head for quite a while. The chapters will be pretty short, which means there should be an update at least once a week. I just really need a side-fic to be working on so I don't lose my mind feeling like I'm stuck to one project (aka my Frozen viking au, which *nudge nudge* you should also go read!)
This fic will alternate between Hans, Elsa, and Anna's POVs (naturally, as they are the main characters). I will put a warning though, it will be quite dark and even though I have it as Hans x Elsa it doesn't mean that it's an end pairing, it's more of a one-sided infatuation. Kristoff x Anna on the other hand will certainly happen! This is also my first time portraying Hans so please give me any feedback you can give, it will be much appreciated!
Disclaimer: Frozen and its characters do not belong to me, they're Disney's property respectively.
Her head was hung when he entered. Hands imprisoned in iron shackles, frosted over in intricate spirals. He kept silent from a distance, his eyes burning into her smaller form sitting on the stone bench.
She didn't dare look at him, didn't want to acknowledge his presence; for it would solidify the atrocious reality of her situation. Light tremors wracked her body when he stepped closer-so close she could feel the warmth of his breath on her cheek as he knelt before her and gently coaxed her to lift her head with a finger under her chin.
She swallowed when she met his hard green eyes.
"You haven't spoken to me for days, Your Majesty. I'm starting to think you don't like me," Hans accused, a small smirk curling over the side of his face. She glared at him.
He met her cold gaze with indifference before he sighed, his emerald eyes softening when he released his hold on her.
Confusion swelled in her chest, heart hammering, at the change in his demeanor. She could hear the crackling of her ice spreading in the silence that hung between them. Elsa straightened herself. She stood and watched him, eyes wide.
He took a step back as if to give her space.
"Please," she started, her small voice cracking. She licked her cold, dry lips. "You have to tell them to let me go!" Elsa glanced out at the frozen fjord, her braid whipping over her shoulder. She shook her head. Her breath shallow, mouth trembling; imploring the storm to quit its ferocious gusts. "I can't stay here," she whimpered.
The queen moved toward him, her arms yanked behind her by the chains. She stared up at him with glistening ice-blue eyes. Her throat seemed to close up, it was harder to breathe as she spoke, "If you don't let me go, Arendelle will suffer."
He went still, eyes shifting over her face. Lingering. Contemplating.
Elsa froze; a glimmer of hope allowed her to release a steady breath.
But it was short-lived.
His shoulders dropped, hands rubbing the sides of his arms. Her eyes shifted to the cloud of his breath; his shivers the only other indicator of how ice-cold the dungeons were.
Hans sighed, leaning toward her. His brows furrowed, eyes mirroring the defeat in her own.
"You know I can't do that, Elsa."
She frowned. Her name felt strange on his tongue, as if he'd wrapped his fist around her throat and played her like a puppet; Elsa held no power over him, the Queen did.
She stood her ground.
"Why not?"
"Because," he paused, shuddering when the temperature dropped further. His gaze almost apologetic for the tremor of fear that wracked her body. "I need you to help me restore Arendelle. Anna put me in charge. Until she is well enough Arendelle and its people are my responsibility."
Elsa took in a breath. He looked as frightened as she felt; as frozen as she was.
Anna.
Her sister was alive?
Relief and determination strengthened her resolve. For a moment, the blizzard's gusts on the fjord died down to a gentle breeze.
"I will do anything to help restore Arendelle. To bring back summer, but I can't. I-I just can't. I don't know how. You need to release me!"
Hans shook his head, eyes drawn down to the iron gloves that imprisoned her cursed hands.
"If I let you go, they'll kill you. I can't allow that. I need your help from down here, Elsa. Behind the scenes."
Elsa swallowed. Her knees felt weak. All she wanted was Anna to be safe.
And happy.
"Then. . . then how. . ."
Hans took a few steps toward her and leaned down. There was no warmth from his proximity, just as there was no warmth in her shackles.
His whisper tickled her ear, forcing her to still.
"Tell me everything you know about Arendelle."
The winds outside howled back to life.
Her resolve shattered into the icicles she imprisoned herself with.
A/N: So Hans has something up his sleeve. Anna's alive (don't worry, her POV is next so some questions will be answered!), and Elsa is imprisoned and isolated-no one but Hans and a couple of guards know she's being held prisoner. Please kindly leave a review and lend me your thoughts!