Auhtor's Note:

I only plan on making this a one-shot. If anyone thinks that they want this to be more than that PM me or review and I might make it more.

Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen or any of its contents. I am only using such references for my own personal enjoyment.

As Hans looked down into the chasm below; he could've swore that the fight would be the end of him. He had a hunch that the Duke's men were going to be traitorous. His hunch was confirmed as the men ran into the ice palace leaving the Royal Guard of Arendelle and himself to die fighting a beast made of snow and ice. Thankfully, Hans had been an expert with the sword and a genius of strategy. He had hoped to outmaneuver the beast and stop the Weselton men from their hopes of assassination of the queen. They were going against his orders, the orders of a prince of one of the most prestigious kingdoms in the realm.

Using his free arm, Hans hoisted himself back upon the steps of ice in hopes of stopping the Duke's men from bringing harm to the queen. The Royal Guards of Arendelle had already rushed into the palace in hopes of stopping the fight that would ensue. This did not stop Hans from rushing in after them to ensure the queen's safety. He shouted again at the guards to not let any harm come to the queen, something that would hopefully stop the queen from being enraged at the intruders.

In the twenty-four hours Hans had been there, he had made some stupid mistakes. He had realized that he had done some things that his parents and brothers would not be proud of. One simple reason would be that he had proposed to a princess while he was drunk after having too much fondue. Of course, she also had to be highly intoxicated and agreed to the proposal, whilst the two are now engaged. He didn't stop there, though. Anna had wanted the marriage to be blessed by her sister, so when they went to ask the queen about the subject, she had rightfully refused. It would have been quite foolish of her to bless a drunken marriage of her sister to somebody she only had met that day. Anna, as stubborn as she had been, would not let the subject go and caused the queen to have a meltdown, only to have revealed that she had the power to control ice and snow. Now Hans was hoping that he could reason with the queen to end the winter she had placed on the kingdom. He would even agree to end the engagement with Anna in order to instead court her to ease the forwardness he had placed on the sisters. He was praying to God that Anna would return safely back to Arendelle. Then, Hans could maybe reunite the sisters with each other. The sisters may even become closer rather be so distant like Anna had mentioned.

As he reached the doors, Hans began to take in the full beauty of the palace that Elsa had created. 'Such power, control, and grace,' Hans thought, 'It is such a contrast to when she first had revealed her powers. Her gift over the ice and snow is quite magnificent.' He was awestruck staring at the beauty around him. He couldn't help but wonder if instead he had courted the queen, the entire reason why his family had sent him to Arendelle in the first place. His family would have disowned him on the spot because of their hatred of magic. His brothers, especially, would ridicule him ever since his twin sister had been discovered to be playing with fire. She had been banished seven years ago and since then all of his brothers were forced to wear gloves just in case another 'blemish' to the family name would appear. Hans disagreed with his family's thoughts wholeheartedly, though, he thought it was beautiful and a gift to be unique in such a world of conformity.

He was snapped out of his daze as he heard a scream from the floor above him. He set off in a sprint towards the staircase that hopefully would lead him to the queen. As he was racing up the steps, he could see figures moving swiftly across the walls. He heard yelling and grunting, but he could not make out any words. He assumed that the figures were the queen and the men he brought with him. He had begun to assume the worst. His years in the Southern Isles Royal Navy had begun to pay off, though, as he climbed up the steps, getting ever closer to his goal. By the time he was near the final steps the sounds had turned into an eerie silence. He was only able to hear his own heavy breaths.

As he turned the corner, he witnessed an atrocity like no other. His time in the navy could not have prepared him for the gore that laid out before him. He gasped as he looked at what laid in front of him. One, of what appeared to be a Weselton guard, body was mangled nearly beyond recognition, pressed upon a wall with spikes of ice impaled throughout it. Another body was plastered between a block of ice and the wall, flattened to death. The Royal Guard of Arendelle lay bloodied on the floor and seemed to have ended in similar way as the first Weselton soldier. Such a dangerous fight for the men to have been placed into. What had struck a chord in Hans's mind was the Queen of Arendelle, centered in the midst of the carnage with pure rage emanating from her body. Her hair was askew and her dress, that appeared to have been created of the ice, was torn and disheveled across her person. She had blood splattered across her face with a cold look in her eyes. A look that told the viewer that she had absolutely nothing left to live for.

Hans's mouth was set agape from the terrible scene that laid before him. No longer stood the queen who held poise and grace with a sense grace and unseen beauty. In its place stood a terrified woman fighting for her life with nothing left to hide, and not a thing left to lose. "Queen Elsa!" Hans spoke out to her in a frightened voice.

With the full attention of the queen directed towards him, he could not help but feel absolutely terrified standing under her gaze. "I said. Stay. Away!" With a yell in raw rage directed to Hans. As he went to pull out his sword she flicked her wrist towards him. Moments later something hit Hans in his stomach. Hard. The wind was taken out of him as he flew through the walls of the castle and into the chasm below.

The last thing Hans saw was three figures encased in ice, one of which looked eerily like Princess Anna.

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