A/N: It has been many years I wanted to write this fiction and now it's finally here. Hope you enjoy, =D

As Hans entered the prison cell, in which the Snow Queen was held, he placed the lamp he took with him on a bench, hoping to get answers and end the eternal winter, getting closer to her. When she saw him, Elsa spoke, authoritatively:

"Why did you bring me here?"

"I couldn't just let them kill you." He replied.

"But I'm a danger to Arendelle. Get Anna!"

"Anna has not returned."

Elsa turned her head, looking through the window, wondering where her sister would be.

Hans stepped closer and pleaded:

"If you would just stop the winter. Bring back summer, please."

She closed her eyes and shook her head, whispering:

"Don't you see … I can't!"

Hans's eyes widened as he realized that she couldn't or didn't know how to break the curse, so maybe the only alternative was to use the general method to end it: killing the witch.

"You have to tell them to let me go!" she supplicated.

"I'll do what I can." He replied with empathetic eyes, placating her with this promise and buying some time to think about all the possible options that he had.

He turned to leave the prison cell, his mind almost set in having her executed, plea to Anna, once she returned, that it was the only option, making their way to the crown free. But … Anna hadn't come back. What if she'd never return? What if she had died trying to bring her sister back? It was indeed very cold and dangerous outside. He was sure there were many wild beasts in those woods, Anna being as stupid as she was could try to make friends with hungry wolves or bears. It was a real possibility that Anna might be dead and by the way Elsa spoke, with such certainty, seemed that she was sure Anna would be in Arendelle, as if she had never met her in her ice palace to begin with.

There was also another thing. Seeing that ice monster, how Elsa had created it out of nowhere, it meant she could create more of those, maybe even an army. They could be the most powerful military in the whole world with those bulky snowmen in their ranks and with Elsa's power bringing down winters and creating new paths that their enemies would have no defense against. Hell, he could even have the Southern Isles, making his brothers swallow every insult, every beating, every cruelty they had imposed on him, he just had to help her control her powers and control her. It was too good an opportunity to let it slip, so an idea formed in his head as he left the cell, leaving the door semi-open. He told the guards in duty:

"Bring me the manacles' keys and wait outside the prison door's."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Listening to this Elsa looked at him inquisitively and then hopefully, thinking she had convinced him that letting her go was the best course of action. And it was for the best that she thought like this for a moment, it would be easier to persuade her with the appearance of choice given to her.

Once the guard returned with the keys and moved out of his sight, Hans stepped inside, closing door, and said:

"I can let you go, Queen Elsa, but you have to fix this and end the eternal winter!"

"I've already told you, I .. I can't! I don't know how to control my powers!"

"Have you tried before? Surely –"

"Of course I have!" She cried out, clearly distressed. The room got colder and a layer of ice started to cover the manacles.

"Your powers respond to your emotions, do you see? Look at this room."

Elsa was startled with what he said. As she scanned the room with her eyes, calming down a little bit and noticing that the snow storm that was coming from the upset she felt had dubbed down, she agreed with him and nodded, saying:

"And that's why I was trained not to feel, but I can't … It's too much! I can't!" Her eyes filled with tears as she admitted that her emotions were stronger than her. She had tried, her whole life, to suppress them and it made her miserable.

"What if not feeling was the wrong answer all along?" He inquired, getting closer and invading her personal space.

"Your powers seemed stronger and more out of control when you were afraid … upset … angry, right?"

Once again she nodded and added:

"They said fear would be my enemy … but it seems like I am my enemy … I tried, I really tried, but I don't know how to control my powers."

"I think self-loafing doesn't help, Your Majesty. It doesn't have to be like this, we can find another way." He pleaded with his eyes, hoping that she would trust him, hoping she would be open to what he was about to propose.

"How?" She questioned, a little bit incredulous.

"I think the key here is how you feel. All that makes you lose control has to do with dense emotions that make you lash out in a way or another. What if the way to counterbalance them is to have good emotions, happy ones?" He searched her eyes for understanding and noticing she was following his line of thoughts he continued:

"For example: fear. When someone is afraid, his or her body actually gets colder. What if in order to fight fear you had to feel the opposite of it or at least a stimulus that would have the opposite effect of coldness that fear brings? What if you needed to warm your body so that you can take control of your powers?"

She creased her eyebrows and asked:

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, activities and emotions that make you feel hot, like cheerfulness, a physical activity that you enjoy and … this I want to say with the uttermost respect, but I do have to say it … pleasure."

She immediately flushed and inside his head he was delighted with her reaction, knowing he would probably be the first man to touch her pretty little cunt, have her firsts everything, but he kept the concerned façade as she questioned his motives to bring this subject up, clearly enraged:

"Do you want me to experience pleasure, is that it? To see if it keeps my powers in check? This is … this is absurd! You have asked my sister's hand in marriage! She is enamored with you! Are your feelings so frivolous that you'll forego your loyalty to my sister in order to reach a higher position in Arendelle's court?!"

"I will, but not for the reasons you may think. I will abandon the love I feel for Anna if it presents even the slightest chance to save the people, to save Arendelle! And it pains me, deeply, to do so! I don't take her feelings for me lightly, nor should you take my feelings for her too, but alas us royals know ever since birth that our lives aren't our own, that we have a duty bigger than any of our desires, that is to put the people's wellbeing above our own."

She lowered her eyes, avoiding eye contact and he wondered if he should add that she had forgotten of this duty when she ran away and that she still wanted to abandon everyone with the huge mess she had created, but he thought against it as it would probably make her close herself more. It was a gamble, she was the one to imply he would be pleasuring her, which saved him some sentences, maybe some well put words, but the message was very clear and he saw in her face she was going through an internal struggle, he only had to add ammunition in his favor, so he continued:

"No one was ready for a winter, no one has stored food, neither for people nor for animals. The people will suffer greatly if the situation persists, the forests and wild animals will die, because they won't have a spring to recover from winter, they'll have more winter. The famine will be generalized and Arendelle will deplete its coffers only to make the people survive two consecutive winters, being weakened in trade and external affairs. Also the help will take longer to reach here, the port is frozen. It's irresponsible not to try out every possible option to end this suffering! Mostly for the people, yes, but also for you!"

She listened to most of his speech with lowered eyes, shame washing over her as he enumerated consequences of what she had done, but at the end, when he said they should try also for her, she returned his gaze with teary eyes. That was when he knew he had her, he just had to give the final push:

"Elsa, your powers are beautiful! The ice palace is astonishing, I've never seen any construction as striking as it! You own to yourself to regain control of your powers, to regain control of your life, by whatever means necessary! It is frantically a waste if you don't even try!"

"I … understand. But … but Anna. I don't … I don't want to hurt her more than I've already have." She replied, lowering her head again, facing the ground and continued: "Maybe … maybe someone else, someone who isn't my sister's fiancé."

"You must know I'm one of two men equal to you in rank, to whom a match would be considered proper, and the other one is the Duke of Weselton, who ordered your assassination. The other dignitaries are all married."

This time Hans hold Elsa's chin and raised her head, making sure her eyes were locked on his as he said:

"It doesn't necessarily must end in marriage, but I believe I'm still the least dishonorable option. I'll take full responsibility for everything, Elsa. Knowing Anna, it would hurt her more to be aware that her people is suffering and that she could help to avoid it but it wasn't done. I think she'd sacrifice anything for this suffering to end."

She averted his gaze and just stood silent for a while. He was still holding her chin, watching her thought process happening before his eyes as she weighted the consequences to whatever decision she would make now. Most of them where bleak, she just had to choose the lesser of the evils and he was sure she would be smart and go with his proposal.

"Ok …" She whispered so low he almost didn't hear her, but he heard and immediately closed the small distance between their lips, kissing her.

She was surprised by the kiss, breaking it right after his mouth touched hers, moving her manacled hands in vain, and he was aware that she'd have slapped him if her hands were free.

"Why did you do this?" She inquired, her skin flushed.

"Well, it's proper etiquette to kiss a woman's mouth before kissing her sex."

With his answer he could clearly see the pinkish hue her skin took, knowing for sure she was entirely flustered with his words. He quickly glanced at her manacles, noticing that the sheer layer of frost had disappeared from it, so it was working. He was struggling very hard not to smirk at her reaction and this small discovery, so he seated her on the cell's bench and occupied himself with the work at hand.

He kneeled in front of her and mouthed an "excuse me" as he lifted her skirts, making her undergarments fully visible. It was a sexy arrangement, not like the usual female underpants that looked like small shorts, but a skintight piece of cloth covering her intimate parts, marking the end of her thighs and where her lower abdomen ended, with straps attached to high socks that reached the middle of her tights. That sight alone made him hard, almost forgetting to offer another olive branch that could make her more comfortable and amicable. He lifted his head and realized she had her eyes closed and her head turned to the right side, certainly a sign that she wanted to be as detached from this experience as possible.

"I have the keys to your cuffs, you know if you want to be more comf–"

"NO! I – I don't want to risk freezing you. I – I feel safer with them on."

She turned to him to speak, he nodded in understanding and when she finished speaking, she returned to the original seemly apathy.

"Lift your hips a little." He said, when she did it he noticed she was shaking. He quickly removed her undergarment, revealing a pink and pristine pussy. He noticed the cloth was a little bit wet, but he was mindful not to tease her with it, otherwise it could dissolve her resolution to go with his idea. Instead he licked her, tentatively, and she jumped a little, probably too unused to the sensation of having a tongue against her most intimate part. He enjoyed her flavor, even though it was musky as it was expected of a woman's vagina, but there was some sweetness to hers or maybe the situation of conquering her with his wits was making him enjoy her pussy so much.

He took off his gloves, knowing things would get wet and sloppy, and reached for her clitoris with his left thumb as his tongue traced the contours of her sex, his right hand lowering his pants and freeing his penis, which he stroked and moaned right into her pussy.

The touch and the vibration of his voice against her cunt were too much to bear and she whined into her right shoulder, trying to muffle the sound of her arousal.

After he finished mapping her folds with his tongue, he inserted the tip. It would help if she wasn't stifling her moans, but he'd do with what he had. He started sucking her sensitive skin while his finger rubbed her clitoris, then alternated between sucking and lapping her cunt.

She was incredibly warm down there, probably her physiology worked the same as any other woman and he'd take the most of it.

He felt her shaking underneath his ministrations and her vocalization increasing, which only fueled his own arousal, and he sped up the hand attending his cock. Her pussy walls clenched around his tongue and he focused on a spot she was reacting more, using all the technique he had accumulated while grooming himself to be a first class seducer.

She jerked her hips against his mouth, losing control, wanting desperately to increase the sensation of sheer pleasure she was experiencing. He groaned louder right into her cunt and continued twisting his tongue inside, making her quiver.

By then she had turned her head to him, openly showing her satisfaction with high-pitched sounds and he was amazed that even her moans where on tune. Their eyes met, hers half-lidded and his knowing and she quickly diverted her gaze, probably ashamed of what she had been doing with her sister's betrothed. He smiled, his mouth concealed by her sex, and he concentrated even more at the task of pleasuring her, sucking harder, increasing the rhythm of his thumb on her sensitive nub.

No matter how much she wriggled under his touch, she kept her hands on the bench, control of her hands always on the back of her head and he wondered if she had grabbed a fistful of his hair it would freeze. Well, better safe than sorry, so he didn't mind she was being cautions, if his theory was incorrect at least he wouldn't go bald with frozen hair.

The volume of her moans grew higher and higher until she finally reached her climax, it came like a wave of energy and hot liquid came out of her in a gush, which was really interesting, it meant she was a squirter. He opened his mouth even wider to collect the entirety of her orgasm, humming as she squirted into his mouth, her body shivering with the full extent of her climax. He even stopped rubbing himself, concentrating solely on her.

He glanced through the window and saw green outside and part of the sea had defrosted. When he lifted his eyes up to her face, he saw she was covering it behind the iron cuffs and she said:

"I'm … I'm so ashamed … I'm sorry … I'm sorry." He could swear he heard her whimper. He swallowed part of her warm liquids, enough to make him able to speak and told her:

"There's nothing to be ashamed. It's natural and it means you felt good."

"No … no … I … I wet myself … I peed on you … I'm so … I'm so embarrassed."

And now he could clearly see tears rolling down and wetting her translucent dress. He put back his cock inside his pants and rose from the floor, his legs were a little bit numb from spending so much time kneeling. He bent over in front of her and gently gripped her forearms, making her show her face. Her eyes were firmly shut, even while tears rolled down her eyes and seemed they were nowhere near stopping. He whispered her name, softly, as a question:

"Elsa?"

She didn't make any motion to open her eyes, instead opened her mouth to say his name as a question too and he took this chance and kissed her, dropping some of the fluids into her mouth. Her eyes snapped open and she pushed him, hard, perplexed by his action.

"It doesn't tastes like pee, does it? It's not pee." He then pointed to the window and added: "It worked, look outside."

She immediately shifted her eyes to the window and was mesmerized when she saw that her orgasm had thwarted part of the ice, she mouthed something like "it really worked…", but it was so low he almost didn't hear her.

He was about to continue with his plan, pulling out some twisted logic that the whole deal would thwart even more ice, proposing they should do it right now as he was hard as a rock and not satisfied, cementing his position as her king, right after marrying her and dealing with Anna (in case she were alive, which he doubted, seeing how incompetent she was at most things); when he heard the commotion outside and one of the guards speaking:

"Prince Hans! Princess Anna has returned! She demands to see you and Queen Elsa! She is very sick!"

A/N: Make no mistake, folks, Hans is a manipulative jerk that gets people and knows exactly which buttons to press in order to get what he wants. He does act like a mirror, saying what people want to hear or what would make them do what he wanted, just as Elsa is completely focused in running away to be her true self, regardless of everyone else and what happens; Anna is tactless and gets over excited in her own ideas; and Kristoff is grumpy. Every character has flaws, some bigger than others, and that's what made it such a good story (except for the part in which Hans goes completely out of character – of his calculating mode before anyone crucifies me – and gives a villain speech to Anna, because they had to have a bad guy). But who knows what the future might bring.