Hans somehow did get to sleep during the night. The same dream troubling him over and over again. The moment he slashed his sword into Queen Elsa, and Anna begging him to stop as he froze. The gaze would now be set on him as she turned into the ice statue. From that part, he would always awaken, rushing to the throne room, to make sure she was still frozen.
He woke up midday, still groggy from the night before. He had convinced himself this was all a stupid dream. He blamed it on the amount of alcohol and asked his servant to get him some Norsk Skinke, as he was starving. He ate in bed, so he could rush to the throne room again. This was quickly becoming a habit for him. No one who worked in his castle noticed this behavior. He hadn't even bothered to get dressed before running there, still in his sweat soaked night clothes. His breath hitched and his eyes widened as he opened the door.
He found where the Snow Queen had sat telling him her long story. The chair was still covered in ice, unaffected by the summer weather. Hans let out a muffled scream. This hasn't been just a bad nightmare. This woman had come and she was about to take all of his power away. Anger overtook him and his gritted his teeth in anguish. He did not even bother to notice his fiancée's statue, with small drops of water surrounding her.
Once his servant helped him get dressed for the day, he had a slew of meetings with various members of his court and their trade partners. This was the most important event next to the coronation. This would implement all of his demands he wanted as king. Normally, Hans would have demanded the moon and stars. He would have asked nothing but massive parties to show off his wealth and power. This was not the Hans the court met.
The court was surprised by his demeanor, which was largely changed overnight. His eyes stared off into nothing. He did not speak or carry on in his requests. What shocked them the most about his appearance was that he requested absolutely no immediate changes in the kingdom. His delegates were surprised, considering his lavish and selfish ways. He spoke quietly, kept to himself, and clearly looked as if he was troubled by something.
"Are you alright?" one of the servants asked politely to him after the meetings were adjourned. "You look very pale King Hans. Perhaps a rest or…" he didn't get to finish his sentence before being cut off.
"I must see Kristoff at once," Hans demanded.
"But King, you requested he be kept isolated and out of reach?"
"I don't care what I said before now. I need to see and talk to him at once," he demanded once more. He stared down against anyone who may have felt otherwise.
"Very well," they sighed as they gave him the key. Leaving the rest of them puzzled as to why he would speak to a man he only just imprisoned for life.
It was a long and dark journey down into the depths of the dungeon. This was where he had kept the Queen Elsa, before freezing herself out. He had quickly forgotten how lonely and sad being here must have been. The words of the Snow Queen plagued his mind, as he came to the prison door.
Hans unlocked the heavy door as he came across Kristoff. He had looked much famished than he remembered. His blond hair gave the appearance of being unkempt and dirty. His clothes were made of rags. Fowl odors plagued the small prison cell. Hans left the door open to at least have some fresh air come in. The prisoner was sitting in a corner, eyes cast down. His head buried in his hands. There was no acknowledgement on his part when Hans entered.
Where to begin and where to start? Hans didn't even know. His rational mind yelled at him for doing such a thing. He was considered a man who caused treason after all. Why take pity on this man? He stood there in his fine clothes, silently observing his captor.
"Why have you come here?" Kristoff quietly asked. "Have you come to mock me too?" There was some silence before Hans replied.
"Believe it or not Kristoff I am not here to do such," Hans begrudgingly replied.
"Is my Sven okay? That is all I want to know," Kristoff stared back at the hard stone wall.
"Your reindeer is fine. We've been using him to move and carry things around the castle. He does have quite an attitude problem though," he tried to joke.
"That is because he is not yours and he doesn't like you," he snapped back. "He was my reindeer. I am glad he is getting taken care of. I could care less about myself anymore."
"I've been having some revelations of my own lately," Hans took a breath debating whether to say anything about his visit with the snow queen.
"Revelations?" he replied mockingly. "Sorry you didn't have any of those before you murdered the Queen and froze your fiancée in ice. You threw me in this prison because you didn't want anyone else to know what you had done. It would be easier to throw me in this jail than have I tell every one of the evils you have done. You were ready to at a moment's notice kill me and my reindeer, the only thing I am living for right now. Now you are having revelations. You are pathetic."
"I know that isn't the only thing you are living for."
"The woman you now keep as a trophy and a reminder of how many people you stepped on to get where you are. Believe it or not, Hans she was actually a person," the tears flew freely from his face."You didn't get to know her like I did. You didn't save her from wolves, Elsa's snow monsters, and especially from being frozen. You insured her death!"
"I know I did. I was a fool," Hans hung his head.
"So now you feel sorry for me? Now you feel sorry for everyone you destroyed? What good is that going to bring? You have taken me from my reindeer and my family. You took away a woman I was in love with. How could I forgive you for that?" he wiped his tears on his long sleeved shirt.
"You don't have to forgive me Kristoff."
"So why are you then, huh? You bored up there with your frozen trophy and all the people who make you believe you are a hero?"
"I am doing to do something for you Kristoff."
"Like what?"
"I am going to let you and Sven go immediately. I don't want to see you back here. Go back to your family."
"Wait a minute, you imprisoned me for life and only now you are changing your mind?"
"Don't make me change my mind Kristoff. I will see to it that you have nourishment for you and your reindeer. You will have some new clothes and a wash if you like before you go." Kristoff stared at him in stunned silence.
"I don't know whether to thank you or punch you multiple times in the face," Kristoff shook his head trying to process all that was happening.
"Just get out," Hans let the guards know. They quickly unshackled Kristoff and took him to the servants den to be seen to. Hans could hear the prison guards trying to reason with him, trying to make him change his mind.
"You tried him for treason King Hans!" a warden questioned.
"He is to be gone on my orders," he replied as he went back up the long steps to his throne room. He spent his time praying. He prayed that this action within itself would forgive him of at least something. This would somehow satisfy the snow queen wouldn't it? The visions of her revisited his mind. The chair was still frozen. She would be back, regardless.