Glycerine Melodies

Emilia Adrada

Prologue: Sleep

Her silver tresses tickled his face as she looked down at him. Her cold hands clawing his shoulders as his arms snaked around her waist to pull her closer.

She was nervous, he could tell, but not as nervous as him. He was holding the woman he had wished dead so many times he had run out of fingers to count. The woman who had destroyed him and had built him up again. And she was there, letting him take her fragile figure in his arms to brake all the barriers they had built for the other.

It had been an impulse, a moment he wasn't sure if he would regret or not. Because after all, friends aren't supposed to feel these types of urges. And even less new friends…

He could feel her trembling as she took his face in her hands. A corner of her red lips turning up as she whispered her thanks to him. Was this really the beautiful creature he had dreamed of killing just a couple of months ago? And how did it went from wanting to slice her in half to risking his life to save her from the hands of a raging foreigner who had just started a war against Arendelle?

She had run to him and had clung to his neck as if her life depended on it. And he froze, never in his life had he felt so needed before. So wanted and important to someone. Maybe it was because it had been the second time he saved the kingdom, or maybe because she had been so scared she didn't remember they were in the same place where he had been seconds away from murdering her, either way, it didn't matter, not right now, he couldn't help but to smile at the feeling.

His hands traveled from her waist to the nape of her neck, his fingers tracing their way up, giving her goose bumps. Elsa smiled at him, and Hans felt her deathly hands trembling as they played with his hair. And then he chuckled, pulling her closer to make their noses meet. He had made her shiver and tremble, he had made the Snow Queen shake. When he saw her eyes closing he pulled her into a hard, longing and nearly forceful kiss.

And then he woke up…

In a quiet, dark room laid a lonesome and broken man.

He had been beaten down by more than just one foe. So we can all agree that it hadn't been a fair fight. Hurt in so many ways that pain had become his best friend tonight. Fear had shattered his will, duty had twisted his spirit and vanity had stabbed his and her heart.

What really made him take deep breaths to fight back the tears was the fact that he had caused it all. He had called for them and had offered his being as sacrifice.

He had meant to hurt her since the beginning of his journey. He decided to step on his finest ship to murder her and take control of her kingdom. He had managed to stand her exasperating sister in order to be closer, he had taken care of people he didn't know and had fought against powerful men just to be able to sit on her throne.

He had been willing to replace her spinal cord with his own sword, to put her out of her misery and save her from herself.

When it all failed and he was between a rock and a hard place, he had saved her kingdom from destruction more than once.

Her tears had been guaranteed since the start. Her blood had been the ink with which he signed the contract.

But no one mentioned the pain those two things would make him feel, his tears hadn't been a part of the deal. But because they were for her, he allowed them to go too. Not knowing that miles away was a lonesome broken woman looking at the sky with teary eyes as well.

And he closed his eyes again, sighing and trying to turn into a nightmare what had turned into a dream...

Title based on Bush's Glycerine - 'The title comes from the explosive applications of glycerine to stabilize nitro, love is like a bomb.'

Author's Note:

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And the first chapter... :)