Ah yes, the infamous late night drabbles... And it's Hans/Elsa! Not a big shocker there. Each shall follow some theme.. We'll find out as we go on. Enjoy...? I guess. If you can enjoy a piece of badly written crap.

Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen or the characters associated with it.

Frustration:

There was no doubt about it.. Elsa was and always would be an easily frustrated person. Even if royalty was supposed to remain calm and collected... She could hardly ever do so.

The best part about all of it was.. Hans was the cause of the frustration almost always. It was practically guaranteed.

Once, he had slipped into her office while the light was still shining and she was busily writing away with her quill; what looked to be some decree of tariff perhaps.

The Queen had hardly given him one glance as he moved to stand at the large window; her hand shifting to now dip her quill to begin writing once again.

Hans had his hands clasped together behind his back as he gazed out, standing tall and mighty. "I'm sick of this place." He stated blatantly.

"Then leave. No one asked you to come into my office." Elsa muttered back, eyes still focused on the piece of paper before her.

"No, not your office. Here. The castle. Arendelle. I'm sick of it all... Let's ditch it all. We can go up to the mountains together, live together in solitude in that ice castle of yours.. We can practically rule the wilderness."

She was busy listening to his silly ramblings, yet Elsa kept on writing.. Which was an awful idea considering she had messed up a word. She gritted her teeth at the mistake.. And the cause of the mistake. "That would be ridiculous. There is no way we're doing that."

Hans practically wanted to strangle her for not letting him have his way.. He refrained, gripping the windowsill instead, a few small flames appearing at his fingertips... But Elsa was right.. He was being silly. But... The idea was still so tempting. "With both of our powers combined... We could not only take over the wilderness, but the world."

Could he just stop talking and go? He was so damn irritating! At this rate, she was going to end up freezing this decree.

"Hans.. I said no. Drop it." The Snow Queen muttered, her hand gripping the quill tighter; frost creeping up the edges of her pen.

"Elsa, think about it. Fire.. Ice.. We would be invincible. The world would be our kingdom."

Why was he not dropping this?
In one swift movement, she had pushed herself back out of her chair to stand. One pale hand shot out to swipe various items (whatever was there at the moment, really) off the desk. In the process, she had sent her inkwell flying onto the floor, spilling a great amount of jet black ink across the rug. Damn it...

Quietly, she leaned forward so her hands were resting on the desk, head lowered. Slowly, she took a deep breath, exhaling through her nose. "Out."

"What?" The Prince tilted his head, now turning his attention towards her.

"Get out." She hissed louder, baring her teeth and pointing towards the door with an extended index finger. "Now."
She was about two seconds away from attempting to freeze his mouth shut...

Might as well... He was growing bored in here anyways. Shrugging, Hans made his way out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Without a moments hesitation, Elsa hurried over to the door, allowing the key she wore around her wrist on a red ribbon to tumble out of her sleeve. She took grip of it, wasting no time in inserting it into the lock and turning it.

Thank goodness.