A/N: Hans trying to kill both Elsa and Anna just doesn't make sense to me. What if he was not a typical Disney villain, but actually a smart guy? Obviously, he can't just succeed a royal family that's been here for generations with both the heiresses dead!

So, the story starts when Hans leans in to kiss Anna on the couch and then it goes AU.

Hans' POV

"She froze my heart and only an act of true love can save me." Anna's voice was desperate, pleading. He could see it in her eyes – fear of being frozen to death, sadness at what her sister has done and burning hope that he can fix it all.

"A true love's kiss," assumed Hans. So that was the reason she begged him to kiss her in front of half her household.

Hans couldn't help but feel sorry for the princess and the queen both, but he mentally shook himself. He needed a clear head to access the situation and decide on the best course of action. He clasped Anna's cheek tenderly to give himself some time to think.

His immediate concern was Anna's health, with Elsa's powers getting out of control being the close second. But maybe... just maybe this two problems could be solved together. While Elsa did hurt Anna somehow, she obviously didn't know about it yet. Seeing her sister hurt may give the queen an incentive to tame her powers, but most likely it would just upset her greatly and cause more damage to the kingdom. So he had to try to heal Anna.

He leaned in to kiss the princess. Magic was a tricky thing, and one he had no intimate knowledge of. Seeing as it was Anna's heart being frozen though, maybe she just needed to believe in them being 'in love' for the kiss to work.

Anna's lips were extremely cold and chapped and they barely moved under his. Either the girl was too unwell to do it properly or it was her first kiss, most likely both. Finally they had to break apart. He looked at the princess as her eyelids fluttered open.

"I don't feel much better, Hans." Her voice was weak, barely a whisper. "Maybe we should try again".

He sighed. He should have known. There was never an easy shortcut when something like magic was involved.

"No, princess, I don't think it will work," said Hans. He stood up and went to add more wood to the fireplace.

"What then?" The desperation was back in Anna's voice. Her eyes suddenly grew wide and she gasped weakly. "Maybe we should..." she faltered. "Should we... lay together?"

"No!" He always prided himself on his self-control, but taking to bed an ill, dying maiden with cold skin? What a preposterous thought! It was not his idea of fun, not at all.

Obviously he had little choice now. He could kill Elsa and hope it ends the curse. But it was no guarantee, seeing as his understanding of magic just proved to be sorely lacking. What if he kills Elsa but Anna still dies and the winter continues? The people of Arendelle may crown him as their king – they were that helpless it seemed, but why would he want to rule a frozen wasteland?

And if Elsa's death breaks the curse? Will Anna ever forgive him for killing her sister? And with Anna either dead or loathing him he could as well go back to the Southern Isles with his tail between his legs and try to explain to His Majesty, his brother Henrich, how had he managed to completely ruin their relations with Arendelle.

"Hans!" His musings were interrupted by Anna's voice. Her eyes were half-lidded, her skin deathly pale.

"I'm sorry My Princess," he said, "but I can't help you this way."

Noticing her shivering, he lifted her in his arms and put her as close to the fireplace as he dared. Then he covered her with a blanket making sure it didn't touch the fire.

"Why, Hans?" He could see light leaving her eyes, her hope extinguished. "Why didn't it work?"

He shook his head sadly. There was only one hope for Anna now and he had to try. And if it didn't work … well, he had enough gold to pay for the best and fastest sled in this god-forsaken kingdom if it came to that.

"I found a way to save you, Anna! Don't give up hope!" He said trying to appear like he just got an excellent idea.

He bolted upright and threw open the door starting the royal housekeeper, Gerda, who was waiting respectfully ten steps from the door.

"What is it, Your Highness?" she looked agitated. "Is Princess Anna alright?"

"No, Gerda," he said and the woman gasped. "Anna is sick and probably dying."

"Is it...is it because of Queen Elsa, Your Highness?" Gerda asked in dismay.

"I'm afraid so," he nodded. Suddenly, Hans approached the woman and took her by the shoulders.

"I need you to get as many blankets as you can find and cover Princess Anna with them. And you should probably hold her in your arms until I'm back," he implored.

Gerda shook her head. "What will you do, Your Highness?"

"I will bring the Queen here. I believe it was not her intention to hurt her sister, and maybe she will know how to heal Princess Anna."

Leaving Gerda to her duties, Hans made for the dungeons at a brisk pace. He may not understand how ice magic worked but Elsa lived with her powers for years. She ought to know more about them than she lets on.

The stakes in this game were getting higher and higher and Hans almost regretted ever bumping into Anna that day on the dock. But no, he was not a coward. He will see this venture to an end. And should he succeed – well, the reward better be worth it!

A/N: Next time Elsa's POV. And I promise, there will be a next time!

Anna may seem way too helpless to you here, but remember, there is no anger at Hans to give her strength this time.