Elsa sat on her bed. She had forgotten how lonely it was being the only one in the huge castle. Anna had left to go to dinner with her fiance Kristoff, and had left the mansion to Elsa. Olaf was out, doing whatever snowmen do in summer. She rested on her side, facing opposite of her door, and took a breath. She could still remember her coronation like it was yesterday, though it had been years ago. Even though she deeply regretted the huge storm she left on Arendelle, if that whole "episode" hadn't happened then she would've been solitary for the rest of her life. Which would've been very, well, lonely.
Suddenly, Elsa heard a huge bang from the first floor. Elsa sat up in surprise, then settled down again. Olaf must be back, she thought. She raised her fingertips and let ice form little designs on the cover of her bed. Taking her hair out of it's braid, she decided it was time for a nap. Then her door slammed open.
With her back towards the door, Elsa yelled, "Olaf, can this wait? I'm sort of tired."
"Oh, baby, you wish this was Olaf." What? Elsa recognized that voice. But who was it? It was so long ago, but she definitely knew it.
"Well? Are you just gonna lie there?" No, it couldn't be. It wasn't! He was banished, he couldn't be back, he was-
"Come on, give ole' Hans a hug."
No. Oh heaven, no.
Elsa turned around and jumped off of her bed. "Hans! What the hell are you doing here!? You know very well you're not welcome!" He hadn't changed much from four years. His hair was around the same length, and he hadn't gotten any larger or smaller. His face had the same smug look, like he knew something you didn't. Which he didn't.
"Oh, come on. Don't tell me you're still mad about that whole almost-killing-your-sister thing. Give me a break, it was ages ago!" Hans replied, raising his arms and attempting to hug the snow queen. She pushed him back, resisting the urge to freeze him on the spot.
"What the hell, Hans! I told you to leave. I don't want to see you." Elsa glared at him.
"Oh, you know you do. You missed me, didn't you? You just don't want to admit it. Please, I get it all the time, I won't make fun."
"You wish. What is it with you? I don't think I've ever met someone so entirely wrapped up in himself. Just get out before I freeze you and smash the statue to smithereens." Elsa was trying her best to keep calm. Conceal, don't feel. Don't feel. Don't feel.
"Oh Elsa, you crack me up. You think you can scare me off? Please, honey. It's gonna take more than that to get me to leave. And I'm not leaving until I've finished what I've been planning."
Elsa was caught off guard. "You… have a plan? Oh, please, are you still trying to become king? Sorry, Not happening. May I remind you that you're banished? You shouldn't even be here- how the hell did you get in, anyways?"
He grinned. "Doesn't matter. Let's just say I'm very convincing. And my good looks definitely contribute to that. Anyways, my plans. I've got some business to complete."
"You've got business? To become king? Already told you, not happening. Nice try, though."
"Actually, no. I've got to do something- something I should've done a long time ago." Hans pulled down his pants.
