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Anna blinked a few times after opening her eyes. "Where am I?" she mumbled as she stared at the ceiling above her.

"Oh, you're awake. Good."

She clutched the side of her head with one hand as she tried to figure out why the voice sounded so familiar.

"You're in the museum's infirmary. Do you remember what happened?"

Anna tried recalling the previous events. "I—I kind of blacked out," she said vaguely.

"Well then, how are you feeling right now?"

All of the sudden she realized who was talking to her. It was the voice of a man who had once been both her enemy and mentor. "…Hans? Is that you?"

"Oh, so you have the memories too. Well then, I trained you to kill, Anna, not to pass out from mere headaches."

"That was in the past, Hans, before we were born," she replied, letting out a loose chuckle "You're a doctor now?"

"Ironic, isn't it?"

She turned her head to the right and saw a man with auburn hair sitting on the chair beside her bed, his lips curled up into a smirk.

"We use to be assassins and look at us now. You know I'm a doctor, so what about you?"

"I'm an ice sculptor."

Hans clucked his tongue. "I should have guessed. Now, you haven't answered the question from earlier. How are you feeling right now?"

"I feel so weird," she commented. "I know about everything, literally everything that Princess Anna has done! I don't know how to explain, it's like we're the same person except at the same time we're not. On the other hand it's like I lived a duel life…or maybe it's more like I had amnesia and suddenly remembered…" she trailed off.

"You'll get used to it eventually, as did I," Hans said as he rose from the chair. "Would you like some water?" Anna nodded.

"I have to admit, I find it quite a relief that you…let's say, remembered," he said as he went towards the mini fridge that was situated in the corner of the room. "It always makes me happy to know that I'm not the only one with this special condition."

Hans walked to the side of Anna's bed and offered her the bottled water which she gladly accepted, before he sat back down. "It's sad that Kristoff doesn't remember, though I suppose it's the best for him. His life changed way more than ours did. He's got family now, you know? Real, blood related family," he paused for a moment as if searching for what to say. "Sven is his brother," he added.

"How do you know?" Anna asked curiously.

"I've seen him before, and trust me when I say he is very reindeer-like. He has an odd hobby of pretending to be a reindeer. He isn't called Sven though; his name is actually Thor now."

"Seriously? Christopher and Thor...sort of has a nice ring to it. Well, asides from that I think it's great that they're brothers. They've always had a strong bond."

"As did you and Elsa," he said, his emerald green eyes gazing softly at her.

There was silence.

"Do you think she remembers?" Anna whispered.

"I think it's different for everyone. Kristoff, well, we already know that he doesn't. Sven…well Sven was a reindeer, so even if he had those memories I don't suppose it would make sense. For me, it was always a part of me. I knew right from the beginning. What about you?"

"Well, it started out as dreams. It began when I moved to Arendelle," she explained. "In a sense I guess the memories were trying to get me to notice them, to piece the story together and to find her. To find Elsa. I remembered everything when Kristoff told me her name, and then it was like information overload because all the memories rushed back at once. After that I just blacked out, and here I am."

She paused and let out a small laugh. "I still can't believe that you were exiled from the Southern Isles and became a self-trained assassin."

Green eyes hardened. "I still can't believe that you chose to commit suicide after getting your revenge."

The air became tense as Hans waited for his answer, an answer that didn't come as quickly as he liked it to.

"In the beginning I didn't intend to teach you," Hans spoke when Anna didn't. "I still harbored somewhat ill feelings towards you and your sister since failing to take over Arendelle was one of the reasons I got exiled. I admit I was surprised when I knew you were my new client…and that was when I made the most regrettable decision in my life."

He cast his eyes to the ground. "I admired the pure look of hate in your eyes when you mentioned Hadeland. It was a fascinating sight; seeing the once young and naïve princess turning into a woman who would do anything, a woman so desperate to avenge her lover. I could have ignored your request but no, I decided on a whim to give you a chance. Do you remember?"

"I do," Anna responded softly.

"Throughout the years I trained you, we became friends. I no longer wanted you to follow through your plans. I thought that having a new life would dissuade you from those thoughts because you had something new to live for…but apparently I was wrong. Can you imagine how I felt when I saw Kristoff carrying your limp body? I can't believe you even had the audacity to ask him to bury you!"

"I'll admit that it was the wrong thing to do, I—"

"It was a terrible thing to do!" Hans whispered harshly. "Elsa told him to take care of you and he did. For the first few months he cared for you and provided for you while you were busy acting like a useless human being; he even intercepted Elsa's body before Hadeland's men could do anything else and buried her in the Valley of the Living Rock—"

"I know!" Anna cut off with a yell as she slammed both hands on the mattress beneath her, causing the bed frame rattling slightly. "I was the one who told you all of that; you don't need to remind me!"

"In the end you still did it anyways, even when you clearly knew how he felt about you. You treated him like a good friend, sure, but you also took him for granted! Kristoff gave you his everything but you? You ended your life and left the world without a care, maybe that's why you couldn't remember Elsa! Yes, maybe it's because of the things we've done that we have these memories! Kristoff, he was too good of a man and that's why he deserved to forget; but we?" Hans shook his head. "We did so many wrong things in our lives, and these memories are serving as a reminder to that."

Anna began to cry when the guilt became too overwhelming. Ever since losing Elsa she had become a soulless puppet with only the thought of revenge fueling her. She had been ecstatic when Hans had decided to teach her, the light in her eyes returning upon hearing how she could plot the revenge herself. Around that time, Anna had already known about Kristoff's not so subtle feelings for her. However, she couldn't bring herself to forget about Elsa or to be normal and settled down like all women should do.

Kristoff had truly been nothing but good; he was a loyal and kind man to the ones he cherished, even when he was hurt by them.

Hans got up and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "After your death I would visit Kristoff from time to time," he spoke softly "When I was around forty I retired from being an assassin and Kristoff offered me a place in his home. When I died, Kristoff was still as strong as an ox…I guess all that ice harvesting and mountain climbing really did him some good. I think he buried me somewhere in the Valley too."

An awkward silent formed between the two of them as Hans was unsure of what to do next and Anna was still crying. They remained like that for a good ten minutes before Anna spoke up.

"I have a scar, you know?"

Hans looked at her with an arched brow.

"Right here," she clarified as she patted over her heart. "It's considered small I suppose, about one inch in length. Before today I thought it was just a weird birthmark, but now I know it's a proof to what I did; not only to myself but to others as well."

She lowered her hand to fiddle with the blanket she had been covered with. "I think you were right. About us remembering because of the things we did. I don't think I deserve to find Elsa now; I couldn't face her if I did anyways."

Hans squeezed on her shoulder lightly. "You shouldn't run away from your fears, Anna. One day you will have to face them head on and you of all people should know that better than anyone."

Yes, she knew that better than anyone. Elsa was a live example she had witnessed first hand.

"It has to be done one way or another. I guarantee that from the moment you step out of this room you will be thinking about Elsa no matter where you go, so don't torture yourself and go find her now. So what if she doesn't remember? So what if she doesn't want you anymore for what you had done in the past? End things between you two if need be, Anna, don't live another life filled with regret."

Before Anna could say anything a knock on the door interrupted her. Kristoff, no, Christopher came in with a concern look on his face. The look morphed into relief when he saw that Anna was awake.

"Not even twenty minutes Chris and you're already coming back to check up on her?" Hans asked in a light, teasing tone.

"You've got it wrong, Daniel!" he said with a huff "and I'm a married man, mind you."

Anna glanced at Hans with confusion. "Daniel?" she echoed. He sure didn't look like a Daniel to her.

"Yes," he said with a small smile. "I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Daniel, Daniel Westergard."

"You still haven't told me what your middle name is, even though we've known each other for years!" Chris complained. "What does the 'H' stand for?"

Hans threw a wink towards Anna and held up his forefinger to his lips as he looked at Chris. "It's a secret. Now, why exactly are you here?"

"Oh! I'm here because I saw a painting of—" he glanced at Anna, realizing that he hadn't asked for her name yet.

"Anna," she supplied. His eyes widened a fraction.

"—yes, I saw a painting of Anna!"

"How can there be?" she asked with a frown "I know some painters but I've never modeled before."

"But it's true and you have to go see it! I'll take you there!" Chris turned to Hans "She can leave now, right?"

"Of course she can leave," Hans responded as he waved his hand in a dismissive way.

Anna was utterly confused at this point, wondering how in the world a painting of her was in the museum.

"Oh, and Anna?"

She turned her head when she heard Hans call out to her.

"Tell her I said hello."

A/N: Lol, what did you guys think about Hans?