A few hours later Elsa was waiting in the ballroom for Hans. It had been a long day, and the Queen was more than ready to see her Prince. She had grown fidgety and somewhat impatient.

Elsa was wearing a short-sleeved dress of pale pink ice and her hair had been pulled up into a high ponytail. The dress, she was rather proud, of it perfectly hugged her tiny frame but she could move easily in it. The bodice was graced with a snowflake pattern. The skirt swirled out to her knees in the front and to mid-calf in the back. On her feet she wore a pair of small black flats.

After ten minutes that felt like a lifetime of waiting the large door, that connected the ballroom to the garden, carefully cracked open. Elsa could quickly make out Hans' tall muscular figure and just cut ginger colored hair. Her heart sped up dramatically. As soon as Hans located Elsa he locked eyes with her. Once the door had shut behind him Hans walked quickly forward to Elsa. He looked very handsome in the clothes Elsa had left for him. Grey trousers with a thin black belt paired with a white button down, a royal blue vest, a grey jacket, a white tie, and tall black boots and matching gloves. The blue looked amazing against his red hair and green eyes, just like Elsa had thought it would.

"Hello my Queen!" Hans said wrapping her in a tight hug and kissing her forehead.

"Hi." Elsa whispered feeling a little shy.

"I have somewhere I want to take you tonight." Hans grinned a sly little smile.

"Where?" Elsa gazed up adoringly at the red-head.

"It's a surprise!"

"I don't really like surprises."

"Too bad because I like surprising you." Hans said once again giving Elsa a little peck on the forehead. Every time Hans touched Elsa her body was filled with an overwhelming tingling sensation. Whenever he put his lips on her forehead or cheek her body went numb. It was like he was melting her.

Hans held Elsa's hand as they walked through the woods. Hans was quiet the entire time they walked. He only spoke when Elsa asked him for a clue as to what they were doing.

His response had been "You'll see."

They were finally standing at the edge of the fjord. Elsa noticed all the boats, both big and small, looked peaceful and calm. The sails of every ship were waving in the steady breeze. Hans stood at the edge of the dock, in the exact place he had been yesterday morning, he breathed in the salty sea air. He turned and looked Elsa in the eyes "Yep, I was right perfect conditions for night sailing!"

"How can we sail without a boat?" Elsa asked facetiously

"Ah, my dear, behold!" Hans stood to the side and gestured to a small sail boat just big enough for two. It was a little blue boat with a large green steering wheel. On the side of the boat in black cursive "Her Majesty" was painted.

"How did you get this?" Elsa asked, the statement being partially shock and partially concern.

"There's a nice elderly gentleman in the kingdom who didn't know who I was. I asked him if I could rent it for the night to impress a beautiful young woman. The old man simply looked at me smiled and told me how he used to take his wife out on the boat when they were younger. He then proceeded to tell me young love was a beautiful thing, and I could use the boat tonight for free… As long as I don't destroy it."

Elsa blushed when Hans used the word love.

"You first Your Majesty!" Hans said taking Elsa's hand and guiding her onto the boat. Hans then proceeded to get on the boat himself. He twisted the wheel to let up the anchor. Then he turned the steering wheel to get them out of the port. The sail fluttered in the wind as the boat got going. As the speed slowly increased Elsa watched the wind ruffle and play with Hans' gentle auburn locks. He slowly slid his jacket off and tossed it aside. Elsa sat on a bench lining the inner edge of the boat in amazement of how confident Hans looked.

"Have you done this before?" Elsa asked.

"Yes many times! Sailing is my favorite hobby. I wanted to share it with you." Hans looked back over his shoulder at the Queen. Hans couldn't believe any of this was happening. This time a week ago he was sitting in a jail cell beating himself up for not apologizing to Anna and trying to get Elsa when he had the chance. Now he was sailing with the most beautiful and breathtaking woman he had ever laid eyes on. That woman was Elsa. The full moon light reflected off of Elsa's pale skin and shimmered on her big blue eyes. The stars twinkled on the water's surface. Hans couldn't think of a better way to spend an evening!

They sailed around in silence for awhile. Elsa watched him confidently take control of the little boat. It seemed like even the water was doing exactly what Hans wanted it to do. Finally Hans stopped them. Obliviously it was nowhere particular. He had just wanted to get away from Arendelle. He could still see Arendelle in the distance, standing tall and proud as the queen who ruled it.

Hans had been turning and looking at Elsa all night. "Could you please stop staring at me?" Elsa asked as Hans lowered the anchor and sat down beside her.

"If would stop being so gorgeous." Hans said without a trace of teasing.

Elsa again blushed and looked down. She brought an arm behind her head and pulled her hair out of its ponytail, sending platinum blonde waves down her back. A strand landed right between her eyes. She brushed it away and nervously chuckled.

"Everything you do is so graceful and pure." Hans said in awe.

"Not everything…" Elsa declared balling her fists. Hans grabbed her hands.

"Yes, everything!"

"I'm sorry for getting you banished from your own kingdom." Elsa said glancing down and releasing a sigh.

"Hey, hey, Elsa it's okay. Really! I have more of a life hiding away in Arendelle than I did rotting in a dungeon in The Southern Isles. You saved me. You've set me free."

"I only wish I could've done more!"

"You've done more than you should have. I deserved to rot in jail for all eternity. I almost killed the most incredible creature to grace the planet and her lovely sister." Hans shrugged.

"Why do you like me?" Elsa asked.

"Because you are you. You are strong and wise and beautiful. Besides I think the better question is why do you like me after all I did to you?" Hans asked.

"I like you because you make me feel like I'm not alone. You make me forget I'm a monster."

"You're not a monster. No one thinks that anymore."

Hans and Elsa sat face to face. The small errant strand of hair had fallen between her eyes again. Hans slowly removed his gloves then brought his hand up to her face and gently brushed the hair away. His green eyes had gotten lost in her blue ones. He placed a hand cautiously on the small of her back. Both of their hearts were pounding. Hans brought his other hand right below Elsa's ear then slowly trace her jaw line. They closed their eyes at the exact same moment. Elsa slowly moved her arms around Hans' shoulders. She knew she was ready. She had never been surer of anything in her life. Then Hans kissed her. His kiss was soft, kind, and confident, just like him. He traced his hand up her back and brought it right behind her head. He used his two hands to gently cup her face to bring her closer to him. She leaned back pulling Hans down on top of her. They stayed like this for a few more perfect moments.

They pulled back. They didn't say anything. They didn't have to. Hans looked at the horizon. The sun was going to be rising soon. They both knew they'd have to go back. Elsa fell asleep on the way home. Once Hans had gotten the boat safely back he picked up Elsa. He carefully carried her all the way to the palace. He had strategically managed to get all the doors open. He took Elsa up to her room. The whole time being extremely certain not to wake her. Hans placed her in her bed and tucked a blanket over her. The last time he did that had been when they locked her up. He placed one more soft kiss on Elsa's cheek.

"I love you so much." Hans whispered.

The young man then quietly walked out of Elsa's room. Hans smiled to himself. He just couldn't believe that Elsa's was his to love. He went back to his cottage, feeling as though he had never been so happy.

What Hans wasn't aware of was a blonde young man named Kristoff, who was leaving his room to see his reindeer. Hans didn't know that the ice harvester had seen him leaving the Queen's bedroom.