Disclaimer: Might as well say it now. I do not own Frozen, and any associated characters with the movie. This is not pre nor post movie.
Chapter 1 - Hans
He let out a deep sigh as he threw the covers off of him as he dragged his feet to the sides of the bed. His hands on his hair.
It was that same dream again. The dream that haunted him all his life as if repeating itself, over and over again. A reminder of a task that he wasn't able to complete.
Or worse, an enigma.
"Elsa, you can't run from this!"
The man's voice-his voice echoed back at him as the image of a man, a hand raised to cover his face from the onslaught of a blizzard which was caused by the person infront of him.
Pale blond hair whipped across her face as she turned to look at him, his reflection. Her icy blue eyes radiating fear. Fear that had led to everything that had started this events.
"Just take care of my sister!" she shouted, a last wish.
His past self was willing to let her do what she wanted but he knew what was at stake and-what he could gain if he would be able to subdue her.
"Your sister is dead!" he shouted back, "I tried to save her but it was too late! Her skin turned ice and her hair turned white! Your sister is dead! Because of you!"
One last bout of blame he had pushed towards her as she fell to her knees in self-remorse. He could feel the malevolent grin in his face as he raised his sword.
To strike her at her weakest.
A slash wouldn't hurt, that's what his past believed to relive the world of this treachery, of this sorcery that led to the country frozen in time.
Last he remembered his past life experiencing was being thrown in the ship's prison cell like a common criminal, an invalid that couldn't even stand for himself.
And now...he looked up at the wall beside his bed. Where a portrait of the same lady, the Queen of Arrendelle that his past life tried to kill was framed on the wall.
He didn't know how he had captured her image so well like he had seen her again and had incorporated her image in his mind.
Her platinum blond hair as white as snow swept in her messy french braid on her shoulder, with the snowflake pin. Her icy blue eyes and...her smile.
Her smile that even he couldn't remember if she even did smile in one of his trips to his life's journey.
He let out a sigh and looked away from the image. And decided that not even he could change his course.
If there was one thing, he had felt; it was regret and remorse. And even to himself, he couldn't help but be jealous.
Of love.
He looked back again at the image, of the Queen of Arrendelle. Of how, even the years of isolation didn't even make a dent in the sisters' relationship.
'I believe that the Queen still holds a grudge against my past self.' he thought as a small smile made its way across his face.
And for a second, he had imagined of meeting the Queen herself in this life, apologizing for everything that had transpired between them.
All the hate and treachery that had evolved from just a mere thirst for power and salvation for the people that were trapped in eternal winter.
Even at that time, without any background of magical knowledge, he deemed that his action-his past life's actions were justifiable.
How to even stop it from occuring, he doesn't know.
But...if there's one thing he knows, everyone deserves a second chance. A chance worth taking if it will cement old grievances.
He also knew that people tend to forget what you've done and would only remember the mistake that you made. Big or small, it will all be accounted for.
And he's willing to risk it all. Even if he suffered again just to make things right. Between his past life and this life.
A second chance is all it would take.