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Elsa had put off talking to her sister once she entered the garden. Her gown rustling slightly as her feet silently carried her away from the private scene she almost interrupted. Her sister, that silly girl, was practically on top of Kristoff. Their hands moving over each other in ways Elsa knew she'd never experience. Pants and murmured words drifted towards the retreating Queen. She'd have to talk to that Kristoff in the morning. He'll need to wed Anna and soon by the looks of their play. She knew he was an honorable man. She also knew he didn't think he was worthy to be with Anna. Something he'll have to learn is that if it's what her baby sister wants, she'll get it.

A small smile creeps onto her lips as she slides through the servant's door and into the halls. She knows the secret passages, the right corridors. She traveled them as a child to sneak about the castle. To do anything to get out of her prison. With feet lighter than feathers she tiptoed down a well-worn service hall. It was one for maids and helpers to go about their business while not being seen. At this time of night it was blessedly empty. She followed it past dozen of doors and halls leading off to other parts of the castle. She had made up her mind. She needed a walk. Perhaps up the mountain a bit, to let loose some of her pent up anxiety. Build a world of ice for her to sleep in tonight. That would be just the thing to cheer her up.

As she reached the very end of the hall a door behind her opened with surprising force. Elsa had only enough time to flatten against the wall and pray that she'd not be seen in the darkness. Stumbling through the hall were the stable boys, both nearly her own age now that she thought of it. But what surprised her was the reason for their flailing. The men were in a most erotic embrace. The blond, his name was Lukas she thought, he was pushing the other smaller man face first against the wall, grinding his hip against the man's backside. Lukas held the others head at such an angle so that he could still kiss him. And kiss he did. It was enough to make Elsa gasp.

Both men whip around, shocked and shamed faces catching sight of the Queen. The looked as if they were facing a firing squad. Elsa knew that in many places around the world they very well may have been. But not here, not with her as queen. Thinking quickly she was already planning.

Before they could start their pleas, Elsa held up her delicate hand. Her whisper was soft, "Don't fear me. I'll not have you hanged for matters of love and lust." The men looked confused and relieved. She laughs slightly.

"I'll tell no one I saw you if you do the same for me. I wish to be alone tonight. And it's clear you do not." She winks at the now blushing men. She felt bold. She could feel the night and the freedom calling her. They nod and smile in a charming way that makes Elsa wish she had that sort of connection. Both, boys who have grown in Arendale, look at their queen with new respect and hope. She looks back in understanding. Let them love. With a finger to her lips she backs away from them and vanishes out of the castle and into the night.

*Hans*

He would have had this all planned. Normally he would be controlled and ten steps ahead. However, ever since his unsuccessful trip to Arendale last summer, he seemed to have lost his ability to think. He just ran. The first opportunity he saw, he lifted his arm against his own men, and ran. He scoffed at himself. His own men. Not anymore. They all thought me a traitor.

But he wasn't really. He never set out to kill anyone. It just sort of, presented itself as a means to an end. And even then, he never wanted it to be either of those women. He stopped stumbling through the thickly covered forest just east of Arendale. He had followed the moon for nearly four weeks. He slept during the day when people would be scurrying about, looking for him. He knew though. As the youngest brother he was prone to cruel pranks and even crueler brothers looking to take their anger out. He learned long ago where to hide and when to strike.

But here in the wild, he lifted his head and felt the breeze. Normally mild this time of year as the leaves begin to slowly change, this wind carried a cool undertone. One you had to be looking for to fine. He closed his long-lashed eyes to it and simply felt, hands splayed slightly. Yes, there. There's an icy whip to it. One that tickles the nose. Sends a single small shiver down his spine. There you are My Queen; he thinks with spite, not daring to speak the worlds aloud least she hears. She may be close, or so very far. But He'll find her. The problem is what was he going to do once he did. God, he just needed his mind back. Needed to know he was Prince Hans, and not some no-named criminal. He scratched his face, the ginger prickles rough under his skin. He looked like one. His clothes soiled from weeks of walking, hunting with only his knowledge of traps and a small hand-blade he lifted off his guard. There was blood on his once fine vest.

It didn't matter. He never really did. He just wanted, wanted… God, He didn't even know. But he knew where to go to fix things. Go back to where, or who, it all began.


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