Authors notes: I really hope you all enjoyed chapter one, I hope chapter two is just as satisfactory! Thank you for the lovely reviews so far! (:

Disclaimer: I own nothing, Everything belongs to the incredible George Lucas!

Frozen
Chapter two - Chilling slumbers.

The darkness of Han's vision began to clear, however not much which replaced it as Hoth's sky still remained a smoky grey. The ground had risen considerably during the blizzard and after it's death everything seemed to have moved. Han had a tremendous challenge to stir the life back into his body, he failed, his thoughts and senses were muddled and weakened and his limbs remained cold and lifeless. The Tauntaun's intestines made a horrific living condition with a slimy texture and a smell that would remove a Wookiees appetite. Each movement that he made brought him closer and closer to vomiting and willed him to leave, but he knew that if he wanted to get out of this alive, if he wanted to return he had to stay. He knew that if he wanted to return to Luke, to Chewbacca…to return to Leia. Ever since he lay eyes on her he had felt something, but he'd given out his 'tough guy' persona, he didn't want to suddenly turn into some romance obsessed lover-boy, so while on the Death Star he kept it covered, but he couldn't do it any more.

"L…L….Leia-" He shivered. "I…..I…..-" Han gasped, talking was too painful, he had next to no energy left in him. But he felt something towards Leia, something strong and unbreakable.

Leia. He thought to himself. Leia, I miss you, I miss you a lot, and I'll come back. To love you. If only you could hear my words. Han silenced his mind of words. He pictured Leia's perfect face, smooth skin, plush lips, slim body, and silky hair. She was perfection. Han began to feel something, something that gave him some kind of strength, almost as if he suddenly had the encouragement he need to be able to survive until morning. He felt like he could survive anything, as long as Leia's heart was still beating.

He curled up as tightly as he could and tried to let whatever warmth he had left circle around and protect him. He could not bring himself to fall back into the stirring abyss of sleep, he simply allowed images of himself and Leia to form in his where they lived happily in a galaxy without rebellion. Where they lived in a perfect world.

*!*

Leia had spent endless hours sat up wide awake in her chamber, nerves and fear prevented her from even acknowledging the options of trying to sleep. She had stayed with Chewbacca for a while after the doors were closed, she was one of the few who understand the loss he was currently feeling, to loose or potentially loose one of the closest people to you, someone who has always been there for you, someone who makes your life complete. Leia had lost all of that before, lost it from the cruel actions of Darth Vader, she didn't want to go through a loss like that again, she couldn't take the pain a second time. Luke and Han had to return safe.

She felt colder now, because of the continuously dropping temperature, but nerves made her shiver from within. Leia though about everything she had been through with them, they'd planned some poor and surprising rescue while she was on the Death Star, and with equal efforts from Luke and Han the dreaded space station was no more. Han had winked at her when she gave him his medal, she had returned a smile, she no longer felt a strong feeling of annoyance towards him. She had always enjoyed Luke's company. But, now that Han could be dead, she now realised more than ever that she does in fact care for him, a lot more than she originally thought, and she knew that she wasn't just fooling herself due to the current situation.

What she was feeling was all too real. But it was not just affection that she was feeling, there was something else, something combined with that affection to make her feel chills right down inside her body and in the depths of her stomach and heart, something weaker that care. Fear, Leia had this awful premonition that Han would not return, she had a special feeling about Luke, that he was safe, that she could feel so certainly, but no Han, and now, loosing Han seemed more of a tragedy than ever.

"Stay with me, Han-" She whispered. "-Stay with me." Leia rose from her seat and left her chamber, the base was dark, but there was enough emergency power to create a fake glow that allowed her to see and navigate safely. There was next to no action around the base, just a few rebels and droids working through the early hours of the morning. The Falcon was - for once, deserted, apart from one some blue and white R2 unit beeping and squealing. R2-D2 became aware of Leia's presence and raced towards her. Leia was please by the droids enthusiasm. Artoo began to make loud beeping noises that sounded like gibberish to her.

When 3PO appeared, Leia had to confess it was the first time she had been happy to hear his boasting.

"Princess Leia, Artoo says that he has some very hopefully news!"

"What is it?" She enthused.

"Well, Artoo reports that his scanners have began to pick up some weak life form readings, it could be Han or Luke." Leia had to stop herself from frantically celebrating. She turned to one of the rebels.

"You, wake one of the officers, tell them I sent you and that I request we begin to organism a search part now, they will set off as the sun begins to rise." She ordered, her voice sounding more like a professional military leader than royalty.

"Yes, your highness." He stuttered before running off.

"Do you think we'll find them, Mistress Leia?" 3PO questioned. Leia gazed over at Chewbacca - who had not moved from the spot that he stood in when the doors separated them from Hoth outside world.

"Yes, Threepio, I do." She moved away from the golden droid and returned to her Wookiee friend. She sat next to him, sharing his emotions of worry and despair.

"They're coming back, Chewie, I know it."

*!*

Han could take the Tauntaun no longer he had to return to the base, adrenalin ran through him from his hopefully thoughts of the ones he cared about. As he scrambled out of the creature he wiped away the remain slime and stumbled through the snow. Light had only just began to form in the sky, but darkness still had some form of dominance. The blizzard may have died but the air was still painfully freezing. Han traversed what seemed like miles of ground and he could soon make out the fuzzy rebel base. He made his way down a mound of snow but found himself falling. As he tumbled through the snow he found himself in great pain and smothered with weakness. His eyes closed against his own will and soon things feel into darkness again.

*!*

Luke had tried to do all he could to connect with the Force, he had felt it before on the Falcon, but the sensation did not present itself to him. He was distracted by the Wampa creature he had murdered, with it having no reason to die. But he knew he had do to all he could to overcome his mistakes, to feel the Force, to connect with it and use it as an ally, to hopefully fulfilled the goals that Ben had set for him, the goals that he so desperately wanted to achieve. He sat in the snow and began to feel the mild temperature rise and the sun began to climb up into the white sky.

Luke became aware of all his surroundings, every snowflake, every ray of light, every element - alive or dead. He felt their energy flow through him like a sense of relaxed and calm power, something more impressive than he had every felt before, stronger that what he had felt on the Falcon or during the attack on the Death Star. He was now feeling the true ability of the Force. But then the pleasure began to fade bad Luke began to feel pain, he saw a vision, a vision of a loved one. He saw Han - no necessarily dead, but in pain, weak, his body lifeless but his mind very much awake.

His focus was broken as he panicked. Had he just witnessed something that would soon become the truth? He the Force shown him future events? He used every skill he possessed to regain the images, but nothingness was his only result and question was all that remained in his mind.

"Ben? Ben? Ben will….will Han be okay? Will he lived through what have seen?" Nothing. "Did I just see future events? Was that the truth?" Nothing appeared, almost as if Ben wanted Luke to figure it out himself, or maybe be taught it by the Jedi master he had mentioned.

He needed to fully understand the Force otherwise fear would be all he would gain from it's power.

Authors notes: Hope you enjoyed that. The spread out writing style was taken from "Maps of hell" by Paul Johnston. (He writes fantastic books)
Chapter three will be up soon. Thank you for reading! (: