In which Hans DOES kiss Anna with a true loves kiss, but… (Cross posted from /works/1086067 for those of you who like AoO)

Anna was literally freezing over right before his eyes as the prince of the Southern Isles placed the shivering princess on the nearby boudoir as everyone rushed out of the room. The lit roaring fire was only an arm's length away and yet it didn't seem to faze Anna in the slightest when Hans placed her down. Hans could only assume how cold Anna must have been from running all over the snow covered mountains, but as he looked closer he saw beautiful tiny patterns of ice and snowflakes crawling up her pale and slender neck, her face being drained of all warmth and color.

"What happened?" He demanded, shocked at the unholy magic he was witnessing and concerned for Anna's condition, taking one of her delicately small hands into his own. Even through his gloved fingers, the bite of cold struck him. It felt for a moment that his own arm had gone numb. Hans may have been a proper prince with all his teachings and vast schoolings, of course, but he knew very little about magic, and even less about black magic and its properties. All he could do was sit by young princess' side and watch uselessly as Anna's teeth clattered so furiously he feared she would shatter them before she could tell him what just occurred.

"Elsa," she stammered out, even in the warm room, the whips of her frozen breath seeped out her blue lips. "Sh-she struck me."

Already worried, Hans' grew even more panicked. "You said she would never hurt you!" He didn't mean to raise his voice at the frightened and shivering girl below him, as Anna had the strength to flitch at his sudden barking tone, but he trusted her to go out in the mountains in the dead of night by herself because she knew that her sister would never lay a hand on her…on purpose.

Anna feebly shook her head, trying to swallow spit that wasn't there, and her body trembled twice as harshly. "I- I was wrong. Ah!" She clutched near her heart, and doubled over. Hans pulled her closer. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, offering what little warmth he could, it was a pathetic attempt really, when all he had to offer her was his thin fancy dress jacket and nothing more. She was so cold it was starting to feel like a slow frost bite creeping over his own body, but Hans tried to ignore it and ran his hands up and down her arms. It didn't seem to help, it only seemed to agitate the girl.

Anna pulled away from him, looking up. Her own eyes looked like they were frosting over, but her tears of pain and fear helped keep the ice from freezing over them completely. Whatever was happening to her, it certainly looked like a very painful way to slowly die. What a powerful curse her sister placed on her, accident or not.

"She froze my heart." She admitted, forcing herself to keep going. "Only a- a tru-true a-a-act. Act. Of love c-cc-c-can save me…"

It was amazing that such a dark fate could be all turned around with something as simple and so…fairy tale-like, a kiss. Well, at least that was the conclusion Hans came to. Like the all the stories his wet nurses and nannies alike read to him when he was a boy, it was always a kiss and a fight with a dragon that saved the princess.

"A true loves kiss?" Hans asked. So that was why she was so desperate to have him kiss her when she came home. Anna, almost half frozen and half dead now, the spell rapidly turning every strand of her lovely bright red hair into a dull white, still had the strength to perk up at the suggestion. She leaned up on her elbows, she winced when they both heard the cracks and creaks of the ice breaking were her skinny arms bent, and it was at that moment she was ready to be saved by her one and only true love. Hans only took a moment to see how this would all fall perfectly into step with his plans, as he dramatically caressed Anna's frozen face with his hand, and leaned in to place his warm rosy lips on her blue frozen ones. He would save the dying princess and be a hero in the eyes of everyone on this alone, if he already wasn't while he was helping the freezing villagers and taking command. Anna would just fall deeper in love with him for it and that would be the one and only reason for her to stand up to Elsa if she did allow the marriage again. Saying no to the prince of an allied country the second time, who not only took charge when the Queen herself seemed to have thrown a little hissy fit, abandoning the kingdom, but he also went out into the wilderness to find Anna and to top it all off, he saved ELSA from being murdered by the Weaselton's backstabbing guards. Everything seemed to be unfolding nicely at Hans' feet. It was all almost too perfect. Even better, Hans thought as Anna slowly closed her eyes, the small corners of her mouth lifting up, still trying to live out the romance of the dire situation, Anna herself just said that her own sister, who she swore would never harm her, almost killed her in her lack of focus. Nobody would want a madly emotional and black art wielding Queen. Everyone would have thought Queen Elsa had gone mad with her dangerous powers. Ordering her execution would come easy to Hans, perhaps he wouldn't even have to. After all, it seemed to him Elsa would run away to never return, purely out of the shame and guilt for almost killing her lone family member AND dooming the whole country to winter. Yes, he would order her to bring back summer, banish her, and rule with Anna as his loyal and beloved Queen.

It was a soft kiss, both filled with joy and fear, the only sound filling the grand room was the crackling of the fire. He may have only met her a few hours ago, and they had so many chances to share a simple kiss, but with both their nobility (and even more so with Anna's own extreme nativity and innocents), all he wanted to do since running into her with his horse was to see how those fair lips of hers would feel on his own. It certainly was different this morning, while Anna was flushed from running around the kingdom for the first time in decades, her make-up was perfect and ready for the grand coronation that was to take place. Hans thought back fondly how it looked like she must have been eating chocolate covered strawberries all morning in order to have gotten that sheen of red on them. Now there was no softness, no sweet smell and no pleasure being had as Hans leaned back, holding Anna's chin and they both waited to see her magically thaw out and have the curse be broken.

Anna looked pleased enough, if it wasn't for the ice covering her cheeks, Hans was certain she would have been blushing like a nun who just had an impure thought. The fire crackled on, and it soon started to flicker out as the cold from Anna spread into the room. A moment passed as she looked at her hands, and as quick as an eye blink, the ice hardened completely and incased her hand completely.

"What's happening! It didn't work? But, b-but!" Anna shrieked out. Her fear of death all too clearly consuming her, literally, as she lay in what may be her coffin. Hans' eyes darted around from the blue crystalized hand to the rest of her. It seemed the curse wasn't spreading quickly, but it was still spreading. The kiss did nothing.

"Let me try again." Hans urged and tiled Anna's face again. She quickly nodded, "Yes, yes, oh please hurry." And again, their lips connected. Hans' pushed harder against her, his other hand griped her tiny waist, and again the cold hit him hard as he touched her. She pulled him closer when her shaking arms encircled his broad shoulders, the golden strands she brushed on his dress jacket frosted over with fresh snow. This time when Hans leaned back to breath in some air, hopeless tears slid down Anna's face, freezing half way done. She didn't feel any magic or any warmer.

"Well," She chocked out, fully crying now. "At least I'll di-die in the arms of man who l-l-likes me enough." Anna sobbed and arched her back in pain, teeth gnashing to keep from screaming. The ice traveled up her arm and solidified up to her shoulder. Hans frowned deeply and pulled her into his lap, he didn't know what else to do besides rock her at this point. His nannies did that for him when he had an incredibly high fever. Hans shushed her softly, brushed her hair out of her face, and then grimaced when Anna's ice cold body temperature penetrated through his lap where she sat. For one selfish moment, he wondered if it would be possible for Anna to accidently kill him in this whole process as a byproduct. Isn't this how men froze to death in the history books he read when they invaded countries that were in mid-winter? It didn't matter how fit they were, but if you are ill prepared to handle the brute force of sub-zero temperatures, Mother Nature would always win over the frail flesh.

"No, Anna, no, I DO love you. I don't understand. I-" Hans hissed, unable to control himself, when he felt a sharp jab of pain in his leg joints. He truly was freezing up alongside with her. Wouldn't that be a beautiful song they will sing when they find the prince and princess frozen to death in each other's embrace. No, that won't do. That would not line up with Hans' plans to rule at all.

Anna feeble pushed against his silver buttoned chest with her unfrozen hand, and turned away from him. Hans' grip wasn't as firm as he thought, frozen limbs play tricks on the mind after all, and Anna tumbled to the ground, crawling towards the fire desperately. Hans stood, went down on his knees and places his gloved hands on her shoulders. The frozen shoulder wasn't as cold as he suspected it to be. It was just normal, ordinary ice now, after all.

"Let go of m-me Hans. Leave me to f-f-freeze. I deserve this." Hans gently turned her over, the warm light of the fire falling on her face. "I'm the one that pu-pushed Elsa. I just wanted," She hiccupped, a new sob bubbling out her. "I just wanted to be free to leave the castle….meet people, maybe make some friends that we-weren't servants….find love" Anna casted an unhappy side glance at the saddened prince. Her sorrowful look overwhelmed him.

"….maybe taste chocolate from the village…I asked for too much." She turned her face away from him, yet her hand held onto his jacket's coat tail she managed to grab onto. So this was what dying was like when nobody loved you. How did all of this happen? How did they suddenly go from a magical warm night of dancing, laughing, flirting after drinking a few flutes of champagne, to slowly being frozen to death while Hans looked on helplessly. How did true love work? Hans tried to recall every fairy tale he had ever heard or laid eyes upon or any bard's song that uttered "love". There had to be an answer within the thousands of tales he knew. But as he recalled the stories, they all ended the same way; with a kiss. Had he truly not loved her? It was hard to say, Hans had never been truly in love himself. But neither had Anna. Surely their two innocent souls were drawn to each other so closely because that WAS love, was it not? Hans finely trimmed eyebrows gathered together as a string of thoughts came together. Hans would wager his newly acclaimed kingdom that Anna was pure in both her heart and soul. Still a blooming rose that hadn't been tampered with. Hans may have not been one of the absolute favorite of his 12 brothers, but that didn't mean there weren't nights were he and the other 3 youngest would venture to brothels undercover while their King Father was looking the other way. Hans remembered his first time, how could he forget, when Tresissa, one of the loveliest French whores at the Crimson Diamond, made him laugh harder than he had ever in his life when she tripped on her many skirts whole dancing , and landed face first in his lap. He blushed of course like the young prince and boy that he was. His brothers laughed and urged him on with tall frothing beers in their hands. "Look Hans! She likes you!" They toasted to him as Tresissa looked up at him, smiling and smoothing back a black strand of hair behind her ear.

"Oui! It is, as we French say, fate! It must be love, oui?" She had such a heavy accent that Hans only caught two very important words- fate and love. Hans blinked down at Anna and could just barely see her breathing. They were running out of time. If this worked he would be a hero and she would live, if it didn't, well, at least he could give her one last experience any romantic-at-heart- girl deserved to share at least once...

"Anna," he cupped her face again, and turned her to face him again. "My dearest Anna, do you trust me?" She stared at him, a glazed over dead stare. She mumbled out a simple yes, she didn't really have a choice, did she? Hans nodded, stood and tried to pull her closer to the fire. She jolted, afraid that he was going to throw her into the inferno, try and melt away the ice that way. After placing her as close as he could, he walked briskly over to the window to pull the curtains closed, casting the room into darkness and came back to stand before her. She looked up at him and saw for the first time just how intimidating the Prince of the Southern Isles looked from this angle. The fire's light made his green eyes shimmer, that kind face that sang to her sweetly was tangled in worry and determination. He noticed her stare and smiled kindly back. She saw just how tall and fit he was, a great big shadow filled the whole room behind him. Anna watched as he dropped one arm and slipped it out of his jacket and in one fluid motion the jacket was off and he placed it neatly on the boudoir behind him. He kneeled down in front of her, one knee between her frozen knees and the other by her hip.

"Hans?" She asked and he leaned in again to kiss her. A deeper kiss than that of the "curse breaker", more full and Anna grew concerned. He pulled back, this time she was the one gasping for air, even though it hurt to do so, her cold lungs breathing in the colder air. "It won't work!" She yelled out sadly, defeated.

"I know. We're going to try something a little different, alright? Don't be scared Anna." He bit the tip of his glove and pulled it off easily and threw it on his coat. "There are many forms of love Anna. Do you understand?" She didn't. She knitted her brows together and watched as Hans' ungloved hand hovered down her skirt, and then suddenly slid up it.

"Hans!" Anna was beside herself and forgot that she was dying of an ice witch's curse. All she could focus on, or even try to believe, was Hans' very warm, VERY WARM, hand fiddling around with…whatever it was he was fiddling under her dress. Hans' other hand pushed her leg out of the way and held her knee. His ungloved hand pulled down her frilly bloomers carefully, and cupped the prize he was seeking out. Anna threw back her head to the side, her working hand pushed Hans' shoulder weakly. Hans began to shush her over and over, cooing at her, as he palmed her lower lips in soothing circles. Anna suddenly felt a small twinge of heat blossom somewhere from below. It was an incredible sensation of having her outer body slowly becoming an icicle and yet having heat washed over her in waves at the same time. Anna wasn't sure any more if it was worth it, maybe if she just gave in and let her heart freeze over, it would be over quickly that way. But this, this felt like she was going to get torn apart and still end up dying. Why would Hans put her through this?

Hans then pulled her bloomers down all the way to her thighs and slipped them off one slender leg. Hans again bit the tip of his other glove and smiled up at his soon to-be-queen. She would give him fantastic looking children, that much was true, as she stared down at help wide eyes, panting, crying, every emotion being poured out of the poor girl. "It's alright Anna. It's alright." Hans unlatched her cloak's clasp and pulled it away from her, the frozen piece of cloth broke into two pieces when he tossed it aside. He reached around her back and started to untie the endless laces of her corset, while his fingers started to part soft warm flesh and tease a slit that he took note was becoming wet to the touch.

"Hans, I can't-" Hans kissed her again, pressing himself and her into the ground. She accidently opened her mouth, and Hans flooded it with his tongue. She arched into him unwillingly, and Hans could swear he could feel the cold reseeding as he ran his tongue over the back of soft mouth. If anything, his warmth was finally having some effect to her. Her lips were slowly becoming softer, thawing out but still blue, but there was hope in seeing the ice was melting into the kiss.

Hans' smile was one of relief. She wasn't painful to the touch any longer and she was becoming flushed, thank the Gods. Hans was amazed this was working…He nipped her neck and then finally her corset gave way, became lax, and he unwrapped the black velvet from her. A few buttons on her blouse were undone, Hans was surely impressed with himself how he managed to do all of this with one hand, and she was free. What an adorable squeak Anna produced when her small breasts were bare before her prince. It was an incredible sight to behold. Not Anna's body per say, Hans had seen many women before, but it was the strange beauty of the curse that had painted itself all over her. Swirls of delicate frost whips encircled her tiny bosom, half of her torso looked like the warm summer day sky, with a shiny sheen that the fire reflected. Hans gingerly placed his hand on her stomach and bit his lip at the sudden rush of cold. No matter, he would soon thaw out that piece of her as well. Anna looked over at her shoulder quickly and gasped as the ice was drawing itself back. Blue frozen ice was changing back to soft pink flesh.

"I told you Anna, I do love you." She said nothing. There was nothing to say. How would she had know that if a stupid little kiss didn't work, nothing in this whole world would have either. Hans slipped in one finger inside her warm walls while Anna stared at him in awe. Anna let out a serious of "ahs" and pathetic "oos", all which Hans allowed himself to grin at. He leaned down again and at the same time when he slide his tongue out to taste her puckered little nipple, he slide in a second finger. She twitched from side to side, his heavy weight on top of her and warm, all but consuming her. She slid her hands into his red locks and held on for dear life. It was when she pulled at his hair as he switched to her other nipple, that she realized both of her hands were unfrozen. The one that froze was slowly shifting it's color back from the black blue to her rightful warm tone and she could bend her digits carefully.

"I love you Hans." Anna blurted out suddenly as he suckled on her untouched breasts. The youngest prince of the Southern Isles had danced with her earlier this night, and now he has saved her life only hours later. The very life that was only moments ago sentenced to freeze into oblivion. Surely that was the very definition of true love. Hans echoed her back and when his third finger pushed its way in, Anna had to bit the back of her hand from drawing anyone's attention to the room. He teased her along, he supposed he would keep this light torcher up until he knew that at last of the dark colors in her flesh had disappeared. He spread her legs a little more, and lifted her up easily to rest on his own lap. She was such a tiny little thing, he thought, when they danced he could pick her up effortlessly and yet she somehow managed to travel up a mountain, horseless, all alone to find that ice witch sister of hers. Hans had to admire her for that, if only for her stubbornness.

Hans slipped his fingers in and out of her warmth over and over again, he watched her, peacefully even, as she heaved wreaked breath after wreaked breath. She whispered out his name once, and he cleared his throat, more so to himself, as he felt his own passion growing, his pants becoming tighter. A hand glided all over her, her thin legs, her flat stomach, her meek shoulders, his fingers ghosted over her throat and he rested it back onto her hip. He pulled his fingers free slowly, whipped the strings of fluid off to the side and began to untie his own draw strings to free himself. Unfortunately for Anna, although it seemed like she was almost in the clear and out of the winter cold woods, Hans had nothing else to slick himself up on her behalf, and hovered close to her, their noses brushing one another. She opened her tear filled eyes and gazed up at him. "Just relax Anna." They kissed again, Hans' hand found the side of her face again, softly holding her, his thumb glided across her checks to clear them of her tears. It was a quick movement, just a thrust of his hips upward, pulling Anna down to him and that was that. They both moaned into each other's mouths and before Hans could react, Anna bit his bottom lip a little too hard when he pushed into her. "Ah!" he quietly gasped out, followed by a simple chuckle. Anna leaned up, sitting herself fully onto Hans, and kissed the part she bit. She wrapped herself around him, her legs wrapped around his hips and she pulled herself into his shoulders. She was just so tired, the thawing of her heart and after such a long journey it left her beyond exhausted. And now all of this. Anna grew a little bolder herself and trailed a few pecks down his strong neck.

"Thank you for saving me Hans."

She couldn't see it, but Hans smiled, held the back of her head closer and bounced her effortlessly up and down in his lap. She moaned, as did he, and soon nothing else was heard but the fire burning on and their joined breaths. It was a soothing motion, slow and held back, as Hans glided Anna up and down on himself. Surprisingly it wasn't long when Anna pulled herself a little away, panting out the words "Too hot." Hans pulled her back close to him. "Good." He replayed. He wasn't going to allow the cold to get a second chance at claiming Anna again. He buried his face in her hair, breathing her in. Her calming air of fresh snow and sunlight was all that took for Hans to growl out once and spill himself into her unceremonially, very un-prince like he thought for a brief moment. He wasn't sure when Anna let herself go, but her own high pitched noise came out of her and her toes slowly curled in and then uncurled back out.

Holding her tight, Hans looked her over, pushing some of her hair out of her face. Even in the afterglow of this whole mess, Anna just looked tired. But alive and the deadly but beautiful snow patterns were no longer spiraling over her skin. There was no ice forming anywhere near her gentle hands or small chest, not one snow flake dangled off one eyelash.

"Are you alright? How do you feel Anna?" Hans asked her in the dark room, a whisper in her ear. He touched her heart when he asked and she placed her hands over his large one. Anna pulled back to face Hans, a lazy smile on his face. She pulled him into a tender kiss one more time, her hands roaming his soft hair, his high cheek bones, his nose, his warm neck, anything she could reach. She tried so hard not to cry again, but the tears flowed down regardless. She buried herself into his chest, whimpering "thanks yous" again and again. Hans shushed her and petted her hair, resting his chin on the top of her head.

"We'll have to fix your hair before the wedding." Hans stated after simply holding each other in the after math of it all. Anna stopped her crying. She sniffed, and let out a laugh.

"Yes." She said with joy in her voice as Hans wiped away her tears with the back of his hand again. "Yes we will."

Anna drifted into a deep sleep in Hans' lap rather quickly, the poor girl just couldn't stay awake a moment longer. The night finally taking its toll on her. Hans reached back behind him, grabbed his jacket and placed in on Anna's bear freckled shoulders. He gazed down at her and then stared down the fire. He had saved Anna, just like he was supposed to when he set out to find her earlier. He knew she was his chance to gain power, to truly establish a whole generation of his blood and regime, securely and safely. It just so happened that perhaps somewhere down the line (he didn't know why he was trying to fool himself. Even he felt that spark for her Anna the second he helped her stand up in that little boat his horse knocked her into) Anna became more than just a pawn in this and more of his partner. Everything was set and running its course as it was meant to be. He would deal with Elsa shortly, Anna would marry him without any hesitation (not that there was any in the first place, as he recalled), he would be granted the crown and power of Arendelle, and they would both live happy ever after, just like they were supposed to.

Hans would see to it.