A/N: Sorry it took so long to update! I got sort of busy, and forgot about this story. But thanks for all the reviews! And I hope you enjoy this as much as Hans does!

Hans edged closer. Elsa suddenly became very self-conscious. She realized that she was, in fact, very naked. In front of… Hans. She backed up and tripped over her bed, leaving her in a very vulnerable position. Hans, of course, took this as an invite.

"And you said you wanted me to leave... I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me for long, Elsa." Hans grinned and stepped up to her bed. Elsa sat up quickly and crawled away, frightened. This couldn't be happening. There was no way. Someone had probably poisoned her drink or something. This wasn't possible.

"Hans- please just go-" Elsa struggled to escape.

"But we've only just started!" Hans said, mockingly. "You want me to go already?"

"I've been saying that since before we 'started', asshat. Just...just," Elsa stammered. She was cornered now. In her attempts to escape, she had accidentally trapped herself in the corner of her room.

Hans was quickly walking towards her, looking menacing in the dim lighting of her icy bedroom. He looked nothing like the Hans she had first met, the Hans her sister had fallen for within hours of meeting. This was a completely different person, someone who had only known loneliness his whole life and was therefore forced to make himself stand out by betrayals and tricks. Had he ever even loved anyone, or was his whole life just a depressing hellhole of pain and misery? Being the youngest in the family must be hard, Elsa decided, but not bad enough to resort to...to sexual assault!

Elsa was brought back into the current situation. Hans was getting uncomfortably close to her now, his eyes on her pussy. Elsa desperately wanted to get this over with. She realized it was no use trying to flee; even though Hans was a huge ass, he was still pretty smart. But why did he want her so much? Elsa desperately wished that Anna would come home- but then what? Anna wasn't one to just barge into her room; plus, why would Anna do that in the first place? Things were looking pretty bad for Elsa.

Hans was gaining on Elsa. Elsa, who was still in the corner of her bedroom, just went limp. There was nothing she could actually do that would help her situation, so all she could do was just hope it would go by fast. Although from the way Hans was looking at her, that did not seem likely to happen. At all.

Hans edged closer, so that the space between them was minimal. "Just what?" He whispered in her ear, his breath warm.

Elsa glared at him. "You know what," she stammered. He was really too close for comfort. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, looking for anything she could use against him. Desperately, she raised her arm, with the intent of freezing him, but he grabbed stepped back and slammed into the wall. Hans smiled as he took her other arm and pinned it there as well. Elsa looked up at him, too tired to fight. She hoped there was at least one ounce of mercy in him. She tried her best to look young, helpless, and innocent, but Hans only looked at her bottom half with lust, not even bothering to see how she was handling the current situation.

"Please…" Elsa whispered. Hans ran his hands up her arms until he reached her shoulders. His lips reached hers again, and Elsa wasn't even able to back away. She stood as he vigorously whipped his tongue in her mouth, tears falling softly from her closed eyes. Hans pulled away, looking at Elsa. He touched her cheek and wiped away her tears. Elsa thought for a moment that he would realize what he was doing, how he was hurting her.

Instead, he plunged his two-incher into her pussy.

"Ah-ah!" Elsa yelped. Hans grinded in her, moaning. Elsa squeezed her eyes shut and wished for the end. It seemed to be getting colder in her room, or was it just her?

As Hans pushed as deep as his puny dick could, Elsa could feel her whole body getting colder. If Hans noticed, he didn't care. But something was definitely happening.

And before Elsa could stop it, Hans was frozen.

Elsa's eyes widened as she looked at his icy statue. She had worked for years on controlling her powers. It had gotten to the part when she no longer wore her gloves indoors. She was still working on it, but she had definitely improved. At least, she didn't freeze everything around her when she was enraged. But as she stared at Hans's face, mid-groan, she realized that all that work was for nothing. She'd never be able to control the curse, not really.

Elsa sighed, and stepped forward. The Hans statue came with her.

"What the…?" She muttered to herself. She took another step forward, and so did he. Now that Elsa was apart from the wall, she stepped back, expecting her and Hans to become detached.

They didn't.

"No, no no no no no," Elsa stammered. "Nononononono."

She turned around and around, but Hans stayed, rooted in her.

"Shitshitshitshitshit," Elsa spluttered. She jumped. "SHIT!" She yelled. Elsa started panicking. What was she gonna do? She couldn't go outside with him inside her! She wouldn't! Elsa imagined the look at Anna's face when she saw her. Elsa glanced around her room. There was no way she'd go out of it with him inside her. She'd find a way, she had to.

Elsa tried to use what had unfroze Anna two years ago- love. But as hard as Elsa tried, she felt nothing of the sort toward her rapist. The only thing she could feel was pure, burning hatred.

This was gonna be harder than she thought.