Red Winter

Disclaimer: Still don't own Frozen, people.

Don't own Pink Floyd's The Wall, either.

So you guys know, I see Hans very much like Pink Floyd's "The Wall" main character, Pink. Whenever I have a Hans focused scene, the chapters will be named after songs from the album.

This particular chapter is explaining the method to Hans' madness. So plug in your headphones, youtube "The Wall" album, and enjoy the Helsa feels.

Chapter One

Hey You

Hans remained seated in his arm chair, the sun had long since set, there was no more beautiful light glowing through his window. After his lengthy confession to the Westergaard family doctor, the prince's chest felt even heavier than when he remained quiet. His guilt and shame coiled around his heart like hungry pythons. At least in his silence, he could dismiss it all as a terrible dream. Now, someone else knew, and he began to reflect more.

-ARENDELLE, ELSA'S CORONATION BALL-

The halls echoed with the voices of various royals in attendance. Hans stood in the shadows with his back leaned against the wall, quietly sipping on his champagne. This stance was all too familiar to him. Parties back home in the Southern Isles usually left him to stand aside while his important brothers received all the attention. 'Not this time', Hans thought. He would prove himself to be a true prince, and show the 'ice queen' what a worthy husband she ignored for so long.

Hans reflected on the girl he met at the docks, Princess Anna. He was so focused on winning the heart of Elsa, that he had actually forgotten she had a younger sister. Hans cursed himself for forgetting a younger sibling, like his brothers did with him so many times. From what the younger princess told him, Elsa apparently was isolated from Anna much of their life. Was this because of their parents' rumored emotional neglect? Or was Elsa as icy to her sister as she was to his many proposals? Anna seemed pretty starved for any kind of connection, much like himself.

The prince took a long drink of his champagne. This was going to be harder than he thought. He saw the way Princess Anna looked at him. He knew that look all too well. It was the starry eyed gaze of an infatuated heiress. Whenever a girl laid eyes on him, and learned of his title, they would become flustered and enamoured of the youngest Southern Isles prince.

Hans froze in his place when he saw Elsa through the sea of people. The patrons all divided as she made her way through the crowd. She cooly slipped past Hans' direction, giving him a faint whiff of the scent of sweet, cranberry perfume. Hans nearly dropped his glass when he realized just how close he was to his cold beloved.

Elsa was a vision of reserved beauty. Her face truly was as fair as first winter's snow, with the most subtle hint of freckles that sprinkled across her small, elfin nose. Soft, platinum tresses pulled into a structured, braided bun that accentuated the graceful look of her swanlike neck. Her lips, nothing on this earth could describe the intoxicating beauty of her mouth. He wondered how they tasted, if they would be warm and sweet against his own. A familiar longing stirred below his belt, but the hunger died a little when he dared to look at her eyes.

Her cyan gaze was downcast to the floor. Elsa's entire presence had an air of isolation whirling all about her. She looked closed off, distant, like there was an invisible wall around her..

She didn't want to be here, either.

Hans felt his heart soar so high, he wouldn't be surprised if the ceiling made a small crack.

Hey you...out there in the cold..

Hans reached out through the crowds of royalty, trying to brush his gloved fingers on Elsa's sleeve.

Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me?

His hand was so close...

Hey you, standing in the isles...

Something caught the eye of Queen Elsa. The prince caught his breath.

With itching feet and fading smiles, can you feel me?

Was she about to turn his direction?

'Elsa..' Hans's heart pounded in his chest and in his ears.

Hey you, don't help them to bury the light.

A trumpet disrupted the moment. She turned away.

The pounding of his heart stopped.

Don't give in without a fight...

"Queen Elsa of Arendelle!" The Ambassador announced, stretching out his hand to the new ruler. Elsa's whole body seemed to tightened as she stepped through the crowd and gave the guests a polite, but reserved smile.

Hans clenched his hand close to his heart, trying to calm himself down. 'FUCK!' Hans pushed the fist to his forehead, trying to stop the throbbing in his head.

"Princess Anna of Arendelle!" The Ambassador followed. With gritted teeth, the prince grabbed the nearest glass of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter. He returned to his corner and let his own invisible wall return.

'Why did I come here?' Hans sulked into his glass. 'I was right there and I choked..'

Hey you... out there on your own...

A small shove knocked Hans out of his thoughts. The guests were making way for Princess Anna. Why did she look so upse-

Sitting naked and alone... would you touch me?

Hans knew that face.

Hey you...with your ear against the wall

Rejection.

Waiting for someone to call out.. would you touch me?

Elsa just shut out Anna.

Something dark stirred in Hans' heart. He reached for Anna's hand when she bumped into a Baron. She lit up when she saw who reached out to her.

"Glad I caught you.." Hans grinned like a cat.

Hey you... would you help me to carry the stone?

If he couldn't reach Elsa's kingdom this way... why not reach it through Anna?

Open your heart, I'm coming home..

And then he let it all spiral out of control.

-PRESENT-

But it was only fantasy.

Hans covered his mouth, feeling bile boil up in his throat when he remembered drawing his sword for Elsa in the fjord. Her sobbing echoed in his memory.

The wall was too high, as you can see.

Did he really try to kill the woman he claimed to love?

No matter how he tried, he could not break free.

He let his lack of love and power take over his mind, poison any rational thought that could have prevented him from doing this.

And the worms ate into his brain.

Hans barely made it to the chamber pot in the corner before emptying his stomach. His retchings echoed into the metal of the pot.

Hey you, out there on the road

Always doing what you're told, can you help me?

Wiping his mouth, Hans coughed and shuddered from the nausea. He glanced up at the window and beheld an alarming site.

Snow?

Hans had only been home for six weeks... it was barely August.. He pulled himself off the floor and looked out the window. It wasn't snow.

It was ashes from smoke.

Hans glanced down when he heard the sounds of outrage. There were citizens of the Southern Isles, hissing and jeering the name of the XIII's prince. He saw one peasant holding a scarecrow dressed as him with a noose around it's neck.

They were probably demanding a say in his trial tomorrow.

Hey you...

out there beyond the wall..

Hans drew the curtains to his room. In the dark, he walked towards his ceremonial white jacket and reached into the pocket. Inside, he pulled out Elsa's glove that was abandoned at her coronation party.

Breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me?

The fabric was silky and soft, how he expected Elsa's lips to taste. He brushed the garment over his mouth and nose and inhaled deeply. His hand wandered below his belt. He wasn't sure what was going to happen to him tomorrow, he might as well have sweet dreams tonight.

Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all.

"Elsa.." he sighed into the dark.

Together we stand, divided we fall

All that was left to do now was dream, and wait for the worms.