Thanks to frozenheartburninghands' LOVELY RP blog on Tumblr I had been skimming through, I was inspired to write a AU Hans drabble, if Hans had fire powers to counteract Elsa's ice magic. This was supposed to be up earlier but I wasn't sure how great it was... anyway, I was listening to the songs The Red Dawn and A Song of Storm and Fire alternating all throughout writing this to get into the mood. Hope you all enjoy it~
Twenty-three years. That's how long he had concealed it. But now he was ready to let it go.
Fire.
Hans stood in an empty field just outside the village surrounding the castle, his feet planted firmly on the packed earth and a sparse number of flimsy trees scattered throughout the field. He breathed in, out. Three times. His hair was a flaming mess of ginger strands and his suit jacket wrinkled and torn, but could care less. For the first time in twenty-three years. he was one word.
Free.
Free from the pain of the past, the torment of his brothers, the struggle between good and evil in his heart as he fought to win Arendelle for his very own - thus nearly destroying Anna and Elsa's lives in the process. Free from the constant burning inside his center, from that fire that yearned to seize and ignite. That was all behind him, flying away into the wind. A distant memory.
He took a step forward, eyes blazing bright, as small flames escaped from his foot and singed the ground. Then another burning step, then another, until he was running, a fiery trail of phoenix wings surging across the barren ground where his feet touched it. He splayed his hands out and laughed, truly laughed for the first time in years, as the flames practically threw themselves from his palms and ignited the trees, the grass, even seemingly mixing with the sky's purple-black color and turning it a hellish red.
Burning, burning, burning, setting it free, letting it go, I won't have to keep this inside anymore! Not ever again!
He ran and ran, till his lungs burned with ache and ashes, till his palms screamed an angry red. Stopping with a halt and falling into the charred grass, he looked down at himself, covered with dirt and grime, with a wicked, giddy smile; he looked around at the conflagration he'd created threatening to consume all in its path - but that didn't matter. The fire no longer ate his soul from the inside out, every waking moment of every day. It was free, finally free. He was free.
Free to set aflame.
Free to destroy.
Free to burn.
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~Anais