A/N: This isn't technically an AU, as it happens after Frozen, but I class it as an AU because it doesn't fit in with my idea of what happens (except I do believe Hans and Elsa should be together because Iceburns is amazing). It was based on a prompt by .com (henceforth referred to as heavenknowsitried.) She gave me permission and I have evidence of that if you want it. I apologise if any of the characters are OOC, Hans is hard to write when all you really write are AUs. Leave a review if you liked or if you didn't, I'd love to know how I could improve. Updates will be slightly random because I do go to school(unfortunately) but more often than they could be (because I never really do homework).
Elsa awoke to the bright daylight pouring in through her window. She winced and burrowed back under the duvet. It was far too bright and her head was pounding. She cursed inwardly, she must have drunk far too much last night. She tried to remember what had happened to make her feel this bad in the morning. To her alarm, she could remember nothing past taking a bottle to the ballroom, where she knew Anna wouldn't be. She could, however, remember running into somebody, although she couldn't quite remember who. She blushed furiously, easily embarrassed. She was the queen of Arendelle, not some peasant who could afford to get drunk in front of people. She groaned and attempted to go back to sleep, when her elbow brushed against something. More accurately, someone.
Elsa froze. Please just be Anna waiting for me to wake up, please just be Anna waiting for me, please just be her, please, please just be Anna. The person turned over, she could feel their chest against her back. It was definitely not Anna. Elsa was worried now, a man she didn't remember meeting, was in her bed and she didn't know who it was. Cautiously, she turned her head slightly to face him.
"WHAT!?" Elsa shouted. The man sat bolt upright, his eyes shot open, startled. "HOW?!" He looked at her and smirked. "Well, I think we know how, don't we?" He said, winking at her. His brown hair was all ruffled and he was wearing nothing but a loose pair of trousers that looked far too big for him. Elsa glared at him. She had woken up, extremely hungover, which was already a bad start to the day. And now, she was sitting in her nightdress, arms folded and hair loose and messy, glaring at none other than Prince Hans of the Southern Isles. The very same one who had got engaged to her sister, revealed himself to be a manipulative liar and then attempted to kill her. No, this was not a good start to the day at all.
"I want explanations." Elsa stated, her expression thunderous. "Now."
Hans shrugged and rubbed his eyes. "Last thing I remember is crashing into you, sitting in the ballroom drinking." He narrowed his eyes. "You're lucky enough to have a country to run, you shouldn't be doing that." He leaned forward and Elsa retched.
"Your breath is worse than Sven's. Go and clean yourself up." That was all she managed to get out before collapsing onto her pillow and trying to remember how to breathe. This is a terrible mess. If word gets out… Any other man and it wouldn't have been as bad, but Hans! Hans is a criminal… What am I going to tell Anna? She used to be engaged to the man! She hates him more than I do and he tried to kill me. I heard the sword. I shouldn't drink, never again. I was only so worried about Anna's wedding. Anna's wedding! It's in three weeks! Three weeks, at least hold it together until then. I have to stay calm for her and Kristoff's sakes. She was in deep and utter confusion when she felt a hand on her back. "Elsa, I'll leave while you prepare for the day. Oh, and the room is getting icy. I don't like the cold." It was Hans. Elsa sat up and pulled what she hoped was a menacing face. "It's Queen Elsa to you." He was right about the ice though. The bed was nearly frozen solid and little flakes of snow had begun to fall throughout the room. Hans left the room, trying to avoid slipping on ice. Elsa glared at a spot on the floor and more ice appeared. Hans hadn't noticed and fell over, turning to glare at Elsa before exiting the room, attempting to look dignified.
Elsa crawled back under the covers, ignoring the niggling thought that she was supposed to talk to Hans in a maximum of an hour. It can wait…. My head aches… She thought to herself, slowly drifting off into sleep, her blonde hair splayed out over the pillow and her bed covers all messy and irregular.