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I ACTUALLY UPDATED THIS STORY!

I am SOOOOO sorry to those of you who were seriously following this. I totally flaked because my dark fic, Spiritless, was too amazing.

i promise you'll see more of this story though oAo

sorry, also that I changed from first to third person perspective. It was supposed to be in Hans'.

I forgot got what person I was writing this in because it's been so long, but future chapters will be in first person with a marked POV

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"So you're really saying that happened?" Hans asked for about the seventh time. Kristoff nodded, still laughing from the rather cheery recollection.

He sighed and grabbed another carrot from his bag, letting Sven nip off the top and then taking a bite himself.

Hans winced at the sight of such a strange practice, but had all but learned to ignore.

"Was it better to be raised by trolls?" He asked curiously.

After Kristoff had moved into the small home that Hans had more or less forced him to rent out, so as to make their visits more secure and private, they had been accustomed to all the pleasures of a normal setting for normal conversation and an almost normal relationship.

It wasn't even like he was king at all.

"Yeah, I think that living out there you learn to appreciate the world for what it is. They even taught me how to communicate with animals...namely Sven." Kristoff explained, scratching said reindeer under the chin.

Hans nodded and hummed, having recalled Kristoff saying something like that before, "so then, you actually can hear what he's saying?" He asked.

Kristoff nodded, "yup. People just tend to THINK I'm crazy, but really I've just got a bad habit if talking everything I hear out loud. It was how I made conversations seem normal when I was just a kid, and I haven't been able to stop since." He sighed and gave Sven the rest of the carrot.

Hans smiled and crossed his arms, feeling a little selfish and also jealous of him. All he had done his whole life was wonder why he was never good enough, and constantly was trying to prove himself to people who were clearly not worth it. And now look at him, he's landed himself where he had always wanted to be... The king of a kingdom, far away from his family, rubbing the status in their faces and laughing.

But he wasn't happy as king. In fact, by the time he had stayed for more than a week in Arendelle he quickly began to miss the freedom and choice that thirteenth in line to the throne had offered him.

He gazed fondly at the man he'd come to love, and wondered what it would've been like if he'd run into Kristoff at the docks that fateful day, and had fallen for him on sight instead of leading the poor princess along, and upsetting the queen.

Heck, the queen and princess may still be happily alive if he had.

"something wrong, Hans?" Kristoff asked after a while. He reached over across the table and took up his hands, pulling them away from his chest and squeezing them lightly.

He flushed at the blatant show of affection, so unused to attention of the sort, and then grinned, "I just wish we could always be like this." He muttered.

Kristoff leaned over, and kissed him softly, "We will. Somehow. I can feel it."