CH.4 BEGINNINGS
Light greeted his eyes once they flown open. Could this be it? Was this heaven? He covered his face trying to adjust to the intense light.
Where was he? Was he really dead? A small groan greeted his ears, what in the...
Suddenly his eyes adjusted, taking in various forms. He could see the color blue, surrounding him, and the color of green. Where was he? Who was he?
Hans struggled to situp, why was his body suddenly so heavy?
He ran his hand through his dry hair trying to remember what had happened. He felt a tugging at his waist, what? Oh now he remembered. It had to be Elsa. His eyes went wide, his memory crashing back in his mind.
"Elsa, are you-" he turned around, only to see the girl covered in seaweed, she wasn't dead. She couldn't be. He scattered from under the sand? And, he realised something, he was tied down to something. The blonde girl moaned, she was alive, "Hans?"
He turned quickly and undid the knot that Elsa had tied around them, it was her purse! That meant she had her phone, and they could go home!
But first he needed to get her out of the seaweed. He started digging himself out and once he was done he started on her.
"Elsa are you alright?" The blonde girl stared at him with big blue eyes.
"No I'm not alright!" She began to stand only to be stopped by the notch of her purse. How had she end up alive? Why did she have to be here with Hans of all people?
The redhead loosened the purse and set her free. He stood and she did too.
"Listen Elsa," why was he acting so passive? She raised a brow at him, her eyes expectant. "What?"
"We need to stay calm," he reached out his hand towards her shoulder, only for it to be turned down. The blonde girl stared him to him down and gave him her back.
Hans didn't know what to do, so he went with his instinct. He grabbed her purse and wrapped it over her shoulder. Not that he romanticized her in any way, but he just wanted to feel safe he wanted to feel that warmth he had before he woke up. He hugged her, his nose settling into her hair. Much to Elsa's shock he tightened his grip on her waist.
"Elsa, i'm scared," he whispered, so low she hadn't been sure he'd said anything. "I'm going to die without a family. No one will ever share my blood. And I'm scared of that."
Elsa shuddered at his words, and pulled away from his grip, not really knowing what to think of that comment he'd just made. She hugged herself and stared at the smooth of the ocean. "Don't think like that Hans, we'll live, Harald will find us soon."
Hans snorted, did she honestly not know how cruel his brother really was? How much of a hypocrite he was when around her? His family was probably happy he'd gone missing.
Suddenly the walls to his heart hardened. What had he been thinking? He'd thought Elsa was really just going to forgive him like that? She was just scared she was going to die, and for that reason she "forgave him". That apology meant nothing, he couldn't really open up to anyone.
Without a word he turned back, to see the island, the place was probably deserted and no one would ever find them. When he looked back to Elsa, he saw her running towards the ocean. She'd finally lost it.
"What do you think you're doing!?"
Elsa kept going and before touching the water she stopped. "Look!" She pointed out towards the shoreline. She walked further in and Hans could see she was tugging on something. What in the world was she doing?
He shook his head and walked towards her, keeping a close eye on the items she was pulling out. Are those suit cases?
"Hans, help!" Elsa yelled back to the man. "I think its clothes!"
The redhead shook his head, not what he had in mind but anything was good. "Get out of my way." Elsa rose her brow. Talk about being bipolar.
He lifted the items and walked over to where he had woken up. Opening the bag he began to spread out the clothes letting the sand stick to them. "Don't do that!" Elsa caught up to him and began snatching the clothes away.
She looked around and walked up to a giant rock, they'd surely fade in the sun, but at least they'd be dry.
Hans finished looking through one bag, then he began looking in another one. This one was large and heavy, and that with the water, it seemed heavier. He opened up the bag and to their luck it was a backers bag. It had cake molds food coloring, though wasn't much help, plastic figures, he assumed they were for decorating. There was brushes, one kettle and a small pot. Nothing more.
He turned to the last remaining two, and opened another. One had baby bottles dipers and baby wipes. On the other side of the bag was a bunch of baby clothes. Everything was useless.
Hans handed Elsa the items and turned back to see a medium sized bag, it had nothing special to it, but inside it had pills, some to, what he could see a new pair of undergarments for women, they were still in a package, many female items. A perfume, a phone charger, and to what he could see a bunch of shoes, only two pairs were for male.
Hans shook his head, to his luck there wasn't much for him.
Elsa stared at his back, he sat there unnervingly, it bothered her how cold he could be. "Hans, I was thinking that maybe we should find some sort of shelter."
The green eyed man turned back to her, the emptiness in his eyes was so cold it made Elsa shudder.
He stood without saying a word, his face stoic. If he was going to stay alive, then he was going to have to take charge, but she also had to play her part as being a woman.
"I'll make a hut."
Much to Elsa's surprise Hans quickly collected firewood. He went and came went and came, grabbing items from only God knew where.
The island was small approximately 200ftx170. Of course Elsa didn't know or had she walked around it, but to her calculations.
A few days passed by, and already had Hans built a small hut for himself, it was plain it didn't have any privacy, but it was his. He had also made Elsa one, to keep away from her.
He would catch fish and anything that moved, and bring back for her to cook. He would make a fire and would bring some salt rocks. That's what they would eat.
For water Hans would bring the salt water to a boil, then cover it with a bag, which he'd found floating around in the ocean, and would catch the vapor in the kettle from the bakers bag.