I was a little apprehensive about the style of this fanfiction before I actually looked in the Frozen archives and found out that this story is very tame compared to a lot of others. So, this is an alternate universe fic that takes place at college. There will be other Disney characters mentioned, but it will focus primarily on the Frozen characters, so I don't consider it a crossover.

I wrote this using a recent experience of my own as basis. And fear not; no matter how wonderful Hans may seem for the time being, he is still very much a villain.

I don't own any of the characters or franchises mentioned. Please enjoy!

Anna

I couldn't believe what was happening. Things like this never happened in real life. They only took place in books, or as stories people told as gossip at the lunch table that had no real merit to them. But I was here. This was real. Hans was crawling into bed beside me, and my heart was beating against my ribcage as my nerves ran rampant.

Since I got to college I've had a huge crush on Hans. He was everything I wanted to be; well-liked, confident, and funny. He wasn't afraid of anything. And he went out of his way to make me laugh and make me feel safe, like my issues from the past didn't matter anymore. Admittedly, I'm smarter than him, but that's inconsequential. I really like him. I may even love him. I just want to be with him. All the time.

But there's a serious problem with the way I feel. Hans has a girlfriend back home. One I didn't find out about until a month and a half after I was already head over heels for him. I've tried really, really hard not to like him anymore. But it's not something I can turn on and off like the tap. I resolve not to like him all the time, but as soon as I see him that crumbles around me. I know it's wrong. But I'm not out to steal him from his girlfriend. I'm not like that. It's strange and hard to explain. I just want to spend time with him.

I was hanging out with him in his room tonight, like I've done several times before. We were watching a movie on his laptop, sitting on his bed. He doesn't have a roommate, so there wasn't anyone to interrupt us. I had a bit of a headache and started falling asleep on his shoulder, and when I woke up Hans was pulling on a bathrobe, offering me a brief glimpse of his bare torso. He saw that I had come back to the real world and smiled, a crooked little grin that makes his already handsome face even more wonderful. "I'm going to bed," he told me, tying the robe shut. "You can sleep here tonight or go back to your room. Whatever you want."

I let out a long breath and sat up, rubbing the back of my neck. My head still hurt. I really wanted to stay in his room, but that would have been so improper. I wasn't nearly forward enough to just say I was going to spend the night. "I'm going to head off, then," I said, swinging my legs over the side of the bottom bunk and standing. The world spun a little and I swayed on my feet. Hans noticed.

"You okay?" he asked, a brief flash of concern crossing his face.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine," I said, though probably not very convincingly. I took a couple steps. The world didn't stop rotating. I located my slippers and began to put them on, and I nearly toppled over, grabbing onto Hans's laundry rack for support.

Almost immediately, I felt Hans's hands on my shoulder, one arm behind my back as he led me away from the door, back to the bottom bunk. "Nope. I'm not letting you go down the stairs tonight. You'll fall down and kill yourself."

Yes, my room was far away. Three flights of stairs away. But still, this was indecent! Sure, I wanted to stay, maybe just for the sake of finding out what would happen if I did… but I shouldn't stay. I shouldn't. "I'm fine," I insisted. "I'm seriously fine."

"No, you're not. Now get into bed, and I don't want you arguing with me."

So I crawled back onto the bottom bunk, feeling the blush erupting over my cheeks and smiling just a little bit as I settled back in. Hans pulled a blanket over my body. "Do you feel sick?" he asked.

I sighed and shut my eyes. "Maybe a little."

I heard Hans let out a long breath. "Get some sleep, Anna." I made a mumbling noise of assent, and I heard him cross the room and flick the lights off, and felt the bed rock as he climbed onto the top bunk and laid down.

"Good night, Hans," I said into the stillness of the room.

"Good night."

I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of something being set down on a wooden surface across the room. Hans was standing next to his desk, a mere shape in the darkness. "What's going on?" I whispered, propping myself up on my elbows. I felt like I should be worried, for some reason.

It was so hot in his room.

Hans turned around. "It's fine," he assured me in a low voice, a little husky from sleep. "I just got up to get some water."

"Oh." I put my arms down and put my head back onto the pillow. Hans came to my side and sat on the bed. "How are you feeling?" he inquired. His leg was pressed against mine, and even through a layer of sheets I could feel his warmth.

"Better," I mumbled. My heart rate was already increasing, and it nearly went through the roof when he reached out his hand and covered my forehead with his palm. His hand was so cool. It felt incredible in the warmth of the room. When he went to pull his hand away I made a small noise of complaint.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Your hand's cold. It felt good," I said, without shame. I was still too groggy, my head clouded in sleep, to care about impropriety.

Hans reached towards me again and replaced his hand on my forehead. I sighed contentedly. Very slowly, his hand began to trail along the curved path along my temple until his palm was resting on my cheek. I didn't speak. I barely even breathed.

He took his hand back after a few moments and stood back up. That broke the spell, and all of a sudden I could breathe again. My lungs began to work overtime to make up for the several seconds when I had starved them of oxygen. I watched him as he pulled a pillow off the top bunk and dropped it onto the floor. He began tugging the blanket off next.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm going to sleep on the floor. I almost fell off the top," he explained.

Guilt twisted in my stomach when I heard that. He didn't usually sleep on the top. I'd taken his bed. "Oh, god, please don't sleep on the floor," I said, beginning to shift my position to get off the bed. I'd offer to take the top. It was only right.

But Hans didn't miss a beat before he said, "Okay. Scoot over."

So I did. My heart felt ready to explode, it was beating so hard and so fast. I moved over and Hans crawled into bed with me.

I didn't know what to do. The guy I really, really liked was in bed next to me. I could barely breathe. I didn't know whether to be excited or nervous, but eventually propriety won out and I decided to curl up as far away from him as possible, my hip pressing into the wall as I tried to make myself as small as possible, to take up less space.

"Anna?" I heard him whisper from behind me, and I felt his hand on my shoulder, tugging gently at me. "What are you doing all the way over there?"

I couldn't repress the grin that stole across my lips as I succumbed, rolling over and into his arms. One of his hands pressed into the small of my back, the other granting a few tender caresses to my face, brushing stray strands of my red hair out of my eyes before he tucked the arm under his pillow. I let out a soft sigh of contentment and shut my eyes.

I didn't want any more than this. I wouldn't have dreamed of asking for more than this. The boy I liked to an incredible extent was holding me in his arms as I drifted off to sleep. At that moment, I was happier than I had been in a long time.

His embrace made me forget about all the bad things. How my older sister Elsa had shut me out thirteen years ago and refused any affection from me whatsoever. How my parents cared much more about Elsa than me, no matter what I was doing or how well I did. How I had been friendless and depressed my junior year of high school, made so much worse by the lack of attention at home.

How I had swallowed thirteen pills, one by one by one, down with vodka from my parent's fridge in a desperate attempt to end my own life, gotten scared, and forced myself to throw them up.

Hans made me forget all those terrible things. Hans made me feel like I could do anything, really. He made me feel smart and beautiful and even a little sexy. He made me feel like I was enough, that I didn't have to constantly worry that I wasn't smart enough or pretty enough – something I don't think I've felt since junior high.

I was halfway to a blissful sleep when Hans began to speak softly into the darkness. "I just want you to know," he said. I could feel his breath making the tangled ends of my hair flutter. "That you are so beautiful."

If I wasn't awake before, I sure was now. I made a choked noise of surprise, barely believing what I was hearing. First the boy I had a major crush on wanted to sleep holding me in his arms, and now he was whispering to me sweet words that I wanted to hear from him more than anything.

But a nagging little piece of doubt still lingered at the back of my head. Was I really beautiful? I didn't know. I didn't know. "Hans," I breathed, not sure if I had anything to say past his name. Maybe I wanted him to stop before I started crying.

But he didn't stop. "You are," he whispered, squeezing me tighter to him. "And I know you don't see it, and that kills me. You are beautiful, and smart, and sexy, and one of the most wonderful people I've ever met."

I was really going to start crying. Tears were beginning to pool in my eyes. "Hans, please," I said, my voice shaking. I was so happy. If I started crying, he might think I wasn't so, so incredibly happy.

"No, Anna," he refused, unwilling to stop showering me with the compliments I'd needed to hear from someone, anyone, for the better part of the last six years. "You are beautiful."

I knew he could feel me shaking. I was pressed right up against him; how could he have missed it?

"But, Anna," he breathed, and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Something was about to happen. Something huge. I could feel it. "I want to hear you say it."

I was a little taken aback. "What?"

"I want you to believe it," he elaborated. He inclined his neck so his cheek was resting on the top of my head. "You need to believe you're beautiful, and I want to hear you say it."

My breath was caught in my lungs and I was shaking with repressed sobs, but I didn't feel bad. I had a choice. I could let go of everything in that second. All the resentment and pain of my past. I could let it go and continue with my life without all of that.

So I made the choice. My voice shaking, I managed to whisper, "I'm beautiful."

That moment was liberating. I believed it. I really did. I was beautiful. I was smart. Hell, I was sexy. I was on top of the world. Nothing could stop me.

Except, perhaps, Hans shifting his body so he was propped up on one elbow. He lifted a hand to cup my chin and raised my face towards his and very gently, he pressed his lips to mine.

I was floored. Amazed. Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever expected this. I certainly wouldn't have asked for this. This was… wonderful.

Something in my brain made me pull away. Maybe a part of me was trying to rebel. I was unaccustomed to happiness. A part of me must have felt like this was part of a trap.

"Anna?" Hans whispered.

My mind blanked. I felt like I might start crying out of happiness again. I didn't know what to say other than, "That was my first kiss."

I couldn't see Hans's face in the darkness, but I could hear the smile in his voice. "I know. And I wanted it to come from someone who knows just how beautiful you are, but only after you really believed it."

I smiled against his mouth as he leaned in to kiss me again, this time introducing his tongue. I had to be beautiful. If I wasn't, why would a person as incredible as Hans want to be here, kissing me?

But then I remembered, and my stomach dropped. As much as I loved this new sensation of kissing, I had to pull away. "Hans, stop," I protested, feeling the immediate ache of loss as soon as our lips separated.

"What's wrong?"

"You have a girlfriend," I reminded him, as much as it killed me. I never liked to think about her. He barely ever mentioned her around me. Her name, I think, I had heard only about five times before. But trying not to think about her didn't make her less real. And it certainly didn't make what was going on between me and Hans any better.

I was the other woman. I didn't want to be the other woman.

So I reminded him about his girlfriend. Honestly, I saw that as the moment he made his own choice. If he stopped kissing me we could forget this little slip happened. A lapse of judgment on both our parts. But then again… he could keep kissing me. He could choose me.

Without missing a beat, Hans replied, "Alice will understand." And then his lips were back on mine, and I was so overjoyed because he was kissing me again, he'd chosen me, that I dared to slide my tongue past the seam of his lips. French kissing had never sounded very appealing to me before. I had never been more wrong. French kissing was lovely.

"I don't think I'm very good at kissing," I whispered on a giggle once when I missed his mouth and caught the corner of his lips instead.

His grin was wide. "Practice makes perfect."

So I practiced.

It went on like that for a long time. We kissed, lying side by side in his bed. I was wearing sweatpants and a tank top but I felt so incredibly sexy. I didn't think much of it when Hans slid his hands under my shirt and covered my breasts with them. It felt good, to have someone touch me. To have someone want me.

A little longer and his hands went lower. Trailing down my stomach and fingering the waistband of my sweats. Without removing my lips from his I grabbed his wrist and brought his hand back to my chest. Second base was fine. I was in no way ready for third.

"Don't you trust me?" Hans murmured.

I was just a little offended by the question. "Of course I trust you," I said, finally breaking away and falling back onto the pillows. "But trusting you doesn't make me any less of a virgin."

He let out a barely audible sigh and settled in next to me, brushing hair out of my face. "I understand," he said, wrapping me in his arms again. "Your virginity is a gift to give to whoever you want."

What a line! I felt all tingly just from listening to him speak the words. He did understand, didn't he? I grinned as I began to get up.

"Where are you going?"

"I just need a drink," I whispered, and let out a quiet laugh when he pulled me back into the bed and made to get up instead.

"I'll get it," he said, standing and crossing the room to one of his two desks. I watched his figure rummage around on the top shelf before he pulled down a mug and went to the sink in the room, switching on the light over the counter. I shrunk away from the illumination. My eyes were more adjusted to the dark.

Hans left the light on as he filled the mug almost to the top and came back to the bed. I sat up, letting the covers pool at my waist, and he handed the mug to me. I took to the water with gratitude, swallowing down several long gulps before my parched throat felt satisfied. A little breathless, I said, "Thanks."

"Of course," he smiled, wandering to the other end of the room and stopping at one of the desks, looking at the owl cookie jar that had been on the top of the desk for as long as I can remember with a scrutinizing gaze. "Huh," he said, opening the top and pulling out a bag.

"What is it?" I asked between sips of water.

"It moved," he said. "And it's been refilled."

"It might have been your parents," I suggested, remembering that his mother and father had come up to visit him last weekend. My parents had been up at the college as well; it was parent's weekend.

"Must have been," he said, tearing open the bag and pulling something from it. "Want a dried mango?"

I did, so he tossed me a couple which I didn't catch. They fell onto my lap and I picked one up, munching on it as Hans took a couple for himself and replaced the bag in the owl jar.

We stayed up for almost an hour. He paced the room as we talked and I slowly made my way through three-fourths of the mug of water. He showed me a collection of pins he'd gathered over the years, souvenirs from his many travels. I entertained him with the story of the disastrous time I went water skiing; I'd lost my skis but not let go of the rope, dragged at 40 miles per hour through water for nearly a minute before I realized I needed air and let go of the rope at last.

I grew exhausted after a while, when he was sitting next to me telling me a story about one of his older brothers. I let him finish before I said, "I can't drink any more of this."

He tugged the mug out of my hands and analyzed how much was left in it before he lifted it to his lips and finished the water inside in a few gulps.

"Thirsty?" I asked teasingly as he stood up. I laid back down on the bed.

"Just a little," he replied, smiling at me before he went back to the sink, putting the mug down on the counter and switching off the light. Everything went black for a few moments as my eyes tried to adjust. I heard him stumbling through the blackness back towards the bed before his hand found my waist and he crawled back under the covers with me.

Snuggling into his chest, I whispered, "I really need to get some sleep."

He seemed reluctant, but agreed. "All right."

I was woken up not an hour later by Hans, who was peppering my neck and jawline with kisses. No light filtered through the shut curtains, meaning it was still not light out and by definition still the middle of the night. "Hans," I mumbled, half in protest. I really was tired. But god, it was nice to have him kiss my collarbone. Shivers went up and down my spine.

"How do you expect me to sleep when there's a beautiful girl in bed next to me?" he asked, drowning out any more protests I may have had as he pressed his lips against mine. The feeling was becoming very familiar, and I was going to become addicted to it very fast.

We kissed again and again, longer each time. We were both growing much more adventurous with our tongues, and my entire body felt alive, like my every nerve was a live wire.

We tried kissing in various positions. His favorite was my least favorite, but I endured because he loved it. He would lie on his back and I would straddle his hips, my face hovering above his as I kissed him for the first time, taking control. My hair got caught between our lips more than a few times, and each time we would laugh and he'd push my hair back with both of his hands, keeping it captive against the back of my neck as he pulled me downward for more kisses.

"You're already much better," he mumbled against my mouth at one point.

We traded off positions to arrange ourselves in my own personal favorite, though he held himself differently than I did. With me on my back he would lay on top of me, holding himself up as if in the middle of a push-up. I would have thought his weight atop mine would be heavy, but it didn't feel that way. It felt pleasant. He was warm, and I felt safe.

We were in the midst of a particularly long kiss when he began rocking his body, backward and forward. The motion was nice at first. I went along with it, even starting to match his rhythm when I felt it. Something hard digging into my groin that certainly hadn't been there before. I knew what it was and it scared me.

I'd given a lot of thought to sex. What it's like. How to go about it. But I had always resolved myself to being a virgin until marriage. Sex was a subject that secretly interested me, but I was in no way ready to experience it.

I gasped involuntarily, a panicked noise. Hans pulled away at once. "Anna? Are you okay?"

"Fine," I said breathlessly. My heart was pounding.

"Did I scare you?"

"Just a little."

Hans rolled off of me, taking me back in his arms. "Why did that scare you so much?" he asked gently.

I curled into him, trying to get my heart rate back to normal. "I don't know. I just… I was raised on Victorian values, I guess."

"Well, love," he replied. I heard the grin in his voice rather than saw it. "I think we've had quite enough of Victorian values, don't you?" And then he was kissing me all over again. I was more than happy to let him. He'd quoted a line from one of our favorite shows with that reply, a quote from a newer episode of Doctor Who. But much more importantly, he'd called me love!

We kissed and we kissed and we kissed, and we stayed away from that position where he would lay atop me, though we got close. His hands crept beneath my shirt and dared to reposition my bra so his palms could feel the uninterrupted skin of my breasts. I kept his hands from going lower several times.

We kissed until finally I could barely keep my eyes open and he at last agreed to my request that we just sleep, because I was exhausted.

It was light outside when I next awoke, though that certainly wasn't the cause of my pull back into consciousness. Hans was kissing me again, his lips softly moving against mine, coaxing me back into the plane of reality. I opened my eyes and grinned as he pulled away for a brief moment, his face hovering over mine. "Good morning," I whispered.

"Good morning."

Because I felt bold and beautiful and because I knew Hans would love it, I shifted so my legs were straddling his hips and I kissed him, my hair getting in the way the first time. We quickly remedied that situation.

His clock read 7:30 and as I flopped back onto the bed next to him I asked reluctantly, "Should we rejoin the living?"

"I don't have class for another two hours," he said, his arms wrapping around me as he nuzzled his face into my collarbone. "We can stay here for a little while longer."

We slept a little longer, though I didn't do much sleeping. I just laid there with my eyes closed, listening to the beating of his heart. His arms were still around me and one of his legs was between mine, his knee digging a bit into my groin. It wasn't entirely uncomfortable; as a matter of fact, it was rather pleasant.

Time trickled by leisurely. We indulged in more kisses with no more frightening incidences until 9:15 was upon us, and Hans informed me reluctantly he had to get dressed and go to class.

"You have to go," he whispered. "Before everyone starts leaving their rooms."

That much was true. Today was a day when people would be coming and going, as the last day of classes before fall break started. I didn't have any classes to attend today, but Elsa and my roommate did, and we were all sharing a car to get back to our hometown of Arandelle. It was a four hour drive, and since Elsa's last class ended at four we most likely wouldn't be on the road until five o'clock. I hated it when we drove in the dark, but it appeared tonight that would be unavoidable.

I couldn't be seen by anyone, as girls weren't allowed on the boys' floor until after ten in the morning. I was obviously in violation of that rule. Hans opened the door to his room and I hid next to his laundry rack, just behind the open door as he scouted out the hall. A different male voice began speaking to him, and I nearly had a heart attack. The RA of his floor was just outside.

I tried to keep my breaths silent and made no noise as Hans talked casually with him about his plans to begin making the return journey to Southernisles, his own hometown, at about 12:30. After a couple minutes his RA said goodbye and I heard his footsteps retreating down the hall, and then a door open and shut.

"Okay, it's clear," Hans said, ushering me over the threshold and hugging me, a tight yet quick embrace. "If I don't see you before I leave, have a good break."

"You too," I whispered, considering kissing him for a brief moment before deciding against it. Best not to linger. I turned and hurried down the hall and began the descent down the stairs Hans had not allowed me to navigate the night before, not breathing easily until I had made it past a girl's floor. I was in the clear.

When I got back to my room my roommate, Eilonwy, was preparing to leave for her morning class. "Where have you been?" she asked.

I could feel my cheeks erupt in a blush. "I, um… I spent the night in Hans's room."

She looked a little taken aback, but said nothing further than a slight, "Oh. Okay." Eilonwy wasn't fond of Hans, and I knew it. She didn't often voice her opinions of him, though, because I refused to listen to a bad word against him most of the time.

I thought that was going to be that, but before she went out the door she asked, "How did that happen?"

"I got dizzy last night. He wouldn't let me go down the stairs, so I slept on his bottom bunk," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. I purposely didn't tell her about the making out.

"Alright," she shrugged, opening the door. "See you later."

Eilonwy didn't often stick her nose too far into anyone else's business. She was far too concerned with her own issues, and I was grateful for it. She shut the door behind her and I let out a sigh, lifting my fingers to my lips. They felt chapped, and for good reason. I smeared some chap stick on them and plugged in my phone before crawling into my lofted bed, deciding I had the leisure to try to get another hour or so of sleep. I had nowhere to be and I had already packed most of what I was bringing home the previous evening. All that was left was my electronics and their chargers. I drifted off to sleep, a smile ever-present on my lips, thoughts of Hans following me into dreams.

I woke up at 11:30 and immediately shot Hans a text. Message me before you leave. I wanted to see him off. I ran to the showers and had a quick one, in and out in ten minutes. It took longer to dry my hair, which is nearly impossible to tame in the morning. When I next looked at my phone my heart sunk. Hans had texted me back, not with a message I wanted to see. I had been banking on him leaving at half past noon. It was 11:54 and he was gone already.

I just left, sorry. Had to go get gas for the car. Hey, have a great break. Skype me sometime.

He knew very well that I had not yet figured out my Skype. Technology further than Google and Microsoft Word pretty much baffled me. A little irritated and more than a little upset, I sighed and texted him a reply. If I can figure out my Skype, that will definitely happen. Drive safe. I'll miss you.

His reply came less than a minute later. I'll miss you too!

I decided to leave it at that. I'd already sent him the cliché "I'll miss you" text. No use in becoming even more pathetic. I sat down at my desk and sighed. I already really missed Hans. And now all I had to look forward to was the drive home with my selectively involved roommate and ice-cold older sister.

And there's chapter one. Based very closely on my life, for the time being. Consider this me writing as a way to both remember and forget. Eventually I'll start writing a future for Anna which ends far more favorably than what I'm sure I'm headed for. But in the meantime, I sincerely hoped you enjoyed this chapter and will review. I don't think I'll keep going with it unless I get some feedback.

Thanks for reading!

Cantica, out!