I have been on Tumblr a LOT lately and found a comic that made my heart break and sparked some ideas. I wanted to expand on the comic and make this HOPEFULLY cute little story. It will probably just be a one shot, but I would have potential to be expanded even more. If it takes off well and you want me to continue, I will do so.

Comic is by Krys-Arts. Words from the comic will be italicized

Disclaimer: I do not own Hans from Frozen. But I do own whomever I decide to put in if I so choose.

Hans POV

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How many days has it been? I have lost track. I have nothing to use to count with. All I know is that it is day because of the sun shining through the small barred window. My only connection to the outside world.

As I sat alone in my cell, shackled and wasted, I wondered.

How lucky you are.

You have a sister. One that loves you dearly. One that didn't ignore your existence for years. One that didn't desire your throne.

Who would always knock for you, who would die for you.

Who's heart I broke.

While I, I have twelve brothers who condemned me.

Twelve brothers who gave up on me, who never fought for me, who never loved me to melt my frozen heart.

So here I am, rotting in my cell like a caged animal.

All I do is stare at my shackles and chains.

I wonder why I am chained though…

I close my eyes, having seen all I can see. Nothing ever changes. It always stays the same.

No one visits. Not even a knock.

They don't even open the door to feed me. They just slide it though the slot under the door. How many days has it been? Wait, I already tried to remember. All of these days, maybe weeks, of solitude have done a number on me. I fear I am losing my mind. My capability to remember simple things seem to be diminishing. Can I remember anything?

The only thing I seem to remember clearly is my actions that got me here. It is the only thing that I know is real. Is it real? Is anything real?

I hung my head. Maybe I am going insane.

My stomach growled. I suppose it is about time for them to shove my tray in here just to the end of my reach. I laid down on my bed to wait.

I waited, and waited. I frowned. If I could trust my mind, I would say it is taking longer than usual. I just sighed and drifted toward sleep.

Then something happened. Something that is never happened before. No, it couldn't be it. I am just imagining it.

But I wasn't imagining it, because there it was again. I nearly didn't recognize the sound. I felt tears stream down my face.

I never thought I would ever hear it.

It was a knock.