Disclaimer: Frozen is owned by Disney and more than likely lots of other people. It is not owned by me. This is all done for fun.

All credit to whomever made the Kiss Memes that are on the interent. Thank you for the challenge.

Dedicated to Setsunakou and Harukakou. ^_^

Kiss on the Hand: Hans x Elsa

Ducking down behind the large desk, Elsa struggled to control her breathing as she peered around the heavy piece of furniture; her eyes wide as she looked for her pursuers.

The attack had started in the wee hours of the morning. It was a group from the west, carrying strange weapons that had shot out flames that laid her ice to waste.

She was unsure why they were there but she had been much relieved to note that when she separated from Anna, none of them had followed after her sister but instead had doggedly chased after her alone.

But while the fact that Anna was safe from these vagrants took a load off her mind it did not change the fact that they were after her.

Plus with her greatest weapon of defense seemingly useless against them, she was in far more danger than she was comfortable with.

Putting up a clear ice shield around the desk, Elsa stood up and began to search through it and on it for anything she could use as a weapon.

Scattering books and papers from the top in her haste, she found nothing of use. Casting a swift look at the door to the room to reassure herself that it was still closed she moved on to the drawers.

In the first two drawers there was nothing but in the last drawer there was a nice shiny, and more importantly sharp mail opener. Yanking it up, she fumbled with it a bit until she was able to hold it in such a manner that it would be easy to use in defense.

And not a moment to soon for just as the handle of the mail opener was settled into her palm the door burst open.

The man who came through it was easily twice her size and had his weapon going full blast the heat of the flames swiftly melting her shield.

Dropping to the ground, Elsa kept a tight grip on the mail opener even as she used her other hand to shoot out ice in hopes of holding him off.

Holding him off for what she wasn't sure her guards having been injured or killed long before and the mail opener was a weak defense at best but she refused to give in without a fight.

As he advanced upon her a part of herself called her a fool for running into a room with only one entry and exit, the other part of herself reminded her that in the long corridor of empty rooms her father's old private office had been the best bet for something to use against them.

Neither of these thoughts gave her any comfort as the man drew steadily nearer, his flames melting ever bit of ice she threw at him.

Finally as he drew almost close enough to touch she let out one last blast of ice and then grasping the mail opener in both hands tried to mentally prepare herself to stab him as soon as he was closer to her.

That was if he didn't burn her to death first.

Before either of these things could occur though, the man suddenly stopped in his tracks. His hands clenched for a brief moment before releasing his weapon to grasp the blade that was now protruding from his stomach.

Both he and Elsa blinked at it for a moment in shock, then it disappeared the man slumping forward his blood steadily pouring from his dying body.

All at once there was just her rescuer standing before her.

Han's stared down at her, his green eyes traveling over every inch of her in search of wounds.

Seeing nothing more than a few scraps and bruises, he let out a silent sigh of relief and leaning down held out a hand to help her stand upright.

Prying her now almost numb fingers off the mail opener took more time than Elsa wanted it to especially in front of Hans. (Though oddly not one look of impatience crossed his face during this time. Which is not what Elsa would have expected from him.) A thought she spoke quite without intending too.

"Really Hans, I never would have expected this of you." Saying so as she grasped his hand, she willed away the blush that threatened to cover her cheeks as this careless and cruel remark left her lips.

Not speaking a word, Hans pulled her to her feet and helped her step over the corpse that lay between them.

A small smile played at the corners of his mouth as he stared down at her but an emotion she couldn't name flickered in the depths of his eyes.

Before she could ponder on this unknown emotion or even think of apologies for her words, Hans lifted her hand to his lips and and brushing a fleeting kiss to her knuckles lead her to the door, with a whispered. "I do like to be unexpected, My Queen." They were the only words to pass his lips as they exited the room.

Hans kept his eyes peeled for the intruders as they walked into the hall, Elsa on the other hand could not remove her eyes from the hand he still had clasped in his own. Her heart burning and her mind in a whirl with thoughts and emotions she refused to name.

Author's Notes.

Thank you so much for reading. All of these stories take place in a universe where Hans has been/ is being redeemed.

Special thanks go to Setsunakou for kindly reading these over for me. ^_^ Thanks again.