My first fic being a Frozen one was unexpected, as was its main pairing; but Anna's lines about not being "that princess" ("If you'd hit my sister Elsa, then it'd be - yeesh, 'cause, you know... but lucky you, it's just me.") made me realize how absolutely amazing this ship could've been. This is the result of the subsequent attack of the plot bunnies.

And yes, the title is from the scarily apt "Explosions" by Ellie Goulding, which I listened to excessively while typing this up.

Elsa let out a yelp as she crashed into the source of a deeper echo. As she fell to the ground, she was overcome with irrational anger, and she immediately flashed a scowl that was unmistakable yet brief - seeing the stranger's face caused it to make way for clear embarrassment. His similar response somewhat reduced it, and she was able to bring herself up. Despite knowing she was convincing no one with it, she still put on what at the moment was the best look of sternness she could. "Please watch where you're heading next time." As she was about to leave, he called her name.

"I am Prince Hans of the Southern Isles," he simply informed her when her attention was his, "and sincerely sorry for hitting the Queen of Arendelle by accident, and for every moment after." He bowed down to her slight discomfort.

"I accept your apology," she replied in a tone that did not reflect the current slew of emotions inside her. "It is lovely to meet you, Prince Hans."

"Not as lovely as you," he told her with almost compulsive sweetness. There was more than just a grain of truth in this, he noted as he observed her slender features; but even if he had been talking to someone esthetically inferior but of equal power, the statement would remain as it was, for the only reason he had even said it was the potential advancement of his scheme to snag himself the throne. Fortunately for her, she was not as naive as he believed...

"Thank you. You look nice as well, Prince Hans."

"I will not mind being called by just my first name. After all, you are above me in ways that matter."

"As you are merely an acquaintance, I reckon it would be quite inappropriate for me to do so, wouldn't it?"

"Oh, but we can change that."

"May I beg your pardon?"

...but still rather so, it seemed.

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P.S. This story is for my friend Christine Joy, who's just loony for Helsa. *cackles* *coughs* *cackles again*