Hans sat in his room staring at his gloved hands. He kept replaying what Pitch said to him earlier and couldn't get it out of his head.
"Your powers are dangerous! YOU are dangerous!"
Hans shut his eyes and hugged himself. He hated this curse more than anything and just wanted to get out and get some fresh air. Without thinking, he stood up and sneaked to his bedroom door.
Slowly, he opened it and peeked to see Gothel humming as she worked in the kitchen. Her back was turned to him and he saw his chance. Quietly, he closed his bedroom door and tiptoed to the back exit.
He stepped towards the exit backwards, making sure Gothel didn't see him. He bit his lip as he got closer and gasped when he bumped into something. Quickly, he turned and saw Pitch standing in front of him with his arms crossed. He looked down at Hans and frowned at him.
"And, where do you think you're going, young man?" Pitch asked.
Gothel turned. "What, dear?"
Hans stuttered. "I-I was just going to go...uhh I was going to-"
"Leave. Even after your mother told you not to." Pitch interrupted.
Hans sighed. "Yes, sir."
Pitch shook his head. "You never listen, do you? No matter. Let's begin."
Hans blinked. "Begin what?"
"The lessons, boy! Now, remove those gloves!" Pitch ordered.
"Oh, so now I can take my gloves off and now I'm not a monster." Hans said, narrowing his eyes.
"No, you are a monster, but I can help you be normal."
"Pitch, really, there's no need for such talk." Gothel said, from the kitchen.
"So, I'm not normal?" Hans asked, getting angry.
Hans chuckled and leaned into Hans' face. Hans didn't lean back this time. He stood his ground.
"No, you're not normal." Pitch said.
Hans snapped. He got so angry that his hands burst into flames. Gasping, he quickly put the fire out and stepped back. Pitch got closer to him until he was leaning against the wall.
"No, just s-stay away from me. I'll burn you." Hans said, holding his hands to his chest.
Pitch ignored him.
"Please, get away." Hans pleaded.
Pitch leaned into his face and chuckled again. Hans shut his eyes and clutched his hands tightly.
"Lesson #1: Keep Your Temper." Pitch said.
Hans glared at him and Pitch headed into his room. Gothel went to Hans' side and tried to comfort him.
"Why does he hate me?" Hans asked.
"He doesn't hate you, Hans. He just wants the best out of you." Gothel replied.
"I'm doing my best. I'm guessing the "normal family" plan was his idea." Hans said, smiling.
"Actually, it was mine, dear. I knew Pitch was going to be hard on you, so I had him send you to a normal family to help you with your powers."
"Oh, well, I'll do my best. I just...want to make him proud of me." Hans confessed.
Gothel smiled. "You will. You've already made me proud."
Hans smiled at her and they hugged.
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For about a few weeks, Gothel and Pitch would leave Hans alone in the tower for a few hours. Hans would practice with his powers or read books to occupy himself, but he longed to go outside.
Why can THEY go out and not me? I can handle myself out there. I've been getting better with my powers. I know that I won't hurt anyone now.
Hans would spend hours, staring out of the window. He got into drawing and drew the forest around the tower several times. He loved all the colors and the landscape. He never showed his drawings to either of his parents in fear that they would keep him in the tower longer or get upset. They never talked about what they did outside of the tower, which made Hans curious.
Gothel would sometimes come with food or flowers, but that was it. She would keep her bedroom locked so Hans couldn't go in there either. Gothel tried to tell convince him that they were trying to protect him from the world outside. If people saw what he could do, they might hurt him.
Pitch, on the other hand, said he was protecting the world from Hans. Any small spark could set the entire forest on fire.
Hans hoped that by controlling his powers, he could prove to his father that he wasn't dangerous. He longed for that day and hoped that it would come very soon. Hopefully, sooner than he hoped.
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Elsa rode on her horse along with her men as they searched the country of Denmark. Elsa had sent men to Sweden, Russia, Poland, and even as far as Iceland to find Hans. He was a ruthless killer and she didn't like the idea of him being loose in the world. She was happy that she didn't have to tell Anna about the whole situation. She and Kristoff were off on a trip in London for business under Arendelle.
After searching Denmark, Elsa and her men would move on to Germany. She hoped to find Hans and bring him back to the Southern Isles before he hurt someone. Some of her men thought she was acting a bit paranoid, but how couldn't she be? This man nearly killed her and her sister.
None of the men found any sign of him but they kept looking. The people of Denmark weren't happy with foreigners searching their land, but Elsa insisted it to the King and Queen. After a few weeks, Elsa went ahead with her men and headed to Germany.
From what she knew, Germany was a wonderful place. That's where cousin Rapunzel lived with her husband, Eugene. Elsa missed her cousin and hoped to drop by while they searched the country. Elsa told her party to set up camp for the night. The guards set up tents and got a fires started so they could rest. Servants tended the horses and gave them water to drink.
Elsa fell asleep very quickly in her tent. She was exhausted from searching but didn't let it stop her. She thought about Anna and how much she missed her. Elsa wasn't too worried because she knew that Anna was safe with Kristoff. Kristoff seemed rough on the edges but he had a heart of gold.
Suddenly, shouts were heard from the outside of her tent. She slipped on her gown and looked out of her tent.
"Gypsies! Thieves! Stop them!"
"Halt! Stop this at once!"
"Gypsies!"
Elsa gasped and a guard entered her tent.
"Forgive me, Your Highness. But, you must run away. You have your ice powers, but these are very rough and aggressive gypsies. We can't risk anything. If the gypsies find out you're a queen...you'll be in danger." the guard said, with a concerned look.
"Y-Yes, thank you." Elsa nodded.
"Here, wear this cloak."
The guard handed Elsa a dark cloak and she put it on. The guard gasped when he heard shouts coming from outside.
"Check that tent, Hubert! Quick!"
Elsa held her breath and looked at the guard. He stood in front of her as the gypsy came closer.
"I'll jump out and attack him while you run, alright?" the guard whispered.
Elsa nodded.
And with that, the guard drew his sword and jumoed out to attack the gypsy. Elsa ran out of her tent and ran into the woods. It was so dark but she kept running.
"Hey, you! Somebody, stop that person over there!" someone shouted.
Elsa ran for dear life. Her legs were starting to ache but she ignored the pain and ran. She could hear people shouting behind her and the pounding of their footsteps. She let out a scream as arrows flew towards her. One struck her side, causing her to fall. But, she pressed on and held her aching side. Her fingers felt warm blood coming from her injury but she kept running.
Elsa ran into a large pile of boulders and gasped. She looked around for a crack or hiding place. She leaned against a bunch of vines thinking there was somthing there to lean on and fell on her back into the vines.
A tall shadow appeared through the vines and Elsa thought someone had seen her. But, they moved on and kept searching. Elsa couldn't help but shed a tear because of how scared she was. She wiped her tears and went deeper into the small cave.
To her surprise, it led to another very small piece of land. She heard a waterfall and squinted to see through the darkness. She gasped when she a tall tower in the distance. Quickly, she ran towards it, hoping to find help.
Elsa held her breath and craddled her injury. Once she reached the tower, she called for help. When no one answered, she knew it was all up to her. She stepped back from the tower and lifted her right hand. A large staircase of ice appeared and led up to the tower's window. Quickly, she ran up the stairs to the tower. Once she reached the window, she thawed the stairs.
She looked around at the candle lit room and relaxed. A cloth caught her eye and she went to grab it. She placed it over her injury and winced at the pain she was experiencing. Her pain was so unbearable that she laid down on a couch and remained there the whole night. She fell asleep dreaming of Anna and her parents.