Hans's pallor must have made Elsa nervous, for she was quick to stutter out, "And this is Kristoff. He's my date. For the night. Not...my..."

Sensing the businesswoman's struggles, Hans quickly recovered, bowing deeply in respect, whilst also avoiding the woman's hand which remained outstretched.

"Pleased to meet you. The both of you," Hans said evenly, once he had straightened.

Slowly, Elsa's hand dropped. She glanced at Kristoff awkwardly. He looked just as uncomfortable, with the situation, if not more.

"So..." Elsa muttered, shifting. "You are...?"

Hans then realized he had never stated his name.

"I am Hans Westerguard. Of the Southern Isles Company," he said, with a slight bow - his typical greeting, as to avoid hand-shaking.

"Ah, Mr. Westerguard," Elsa said, straightening. "I have met...quite a few of your brothers."

Hans grimaced. "My apologies, Miss."

Elsa laughed slightly. "No, no, that is quite...they are quite overwhelming, yes...but..."

Hans gave a slight smile to stop her rambling. "I am aware of that...I did grow up with them, after all..."

Elsa shifted awkwardly, her shoulder bumping against Kristoff's.

Taking the cue, he opened his mouth to speak. However, he didn't get that far.

"Elsa, I think I'm well on the way to getting...tipsy," Anna spoke, suddenly appearing at Elsa's side. However, her eyes suddenly focused elsewhere.

On Hans, to be exact.

"Why...hello there," she giggled. "What's your name?"

The three other people standing there blushed, at her attempt at a seductive tone. Hans swallowed, his gloved hands toying with each other. "Hans Westerguard."

"Oh, you're own of those Southern Isles dudes, right?" she questioned, before laughing again uproarously. "I mean, the sideburns say that. Duh, Anna. Oh yeah, I'm Anna by the way."

Elsa, blushing, gestured to her. "She's my secretary."

"And wingman. Woman. Whatever," Anna cut in.

"Self-proclaimed of course," Kristoff threw in, a fond smile on his face. Hans's eyes focused, perhaps a bit too long, on that smile that made those brown eyes sparkle.

In fact, he knew he focused too long on that look, for he didn't see Anna moving closer to him. He didn't know she had moved, until she felt a thin arm flung around his shoulder, a hand in his hair-

Hans flinched back, paling dramatically, as Anna laughed. "You're sorta jumpy. It's cute. Really virgin-ish."

"Anna!" Elsa exclaimed, her hands coming up to cover her embarrassed face. Anna merely laughed, doing the same friendly gesuture she had done only a few seconds ago with Hans.

If Hans would have been "normal", he would have smiled, if not laughed at the goofy girl, and her goofy antics. He would have shrugged off her overly friendliness, summing it up to the alcohal or maybe her personality in general, before moving on with his life. He would have maybe talked a bit more with the forward girl, and maybe they would have became friends. Maybe he would have became friends with Elsa of Arendale and...Kristoff. Maybe...maybe he and Kristoff could have became something more.

As it were, Hans was not "normal". As it were, Hans couldn't smile, or laugh, or do any of those things, as he was having trouble breathing.

"Hey...it was just a joke," Anna said, all of the sudden taking note of Hans's condition.

And what a condition it was. He was pale, his eyes wide as though he had seen a terrible fright. Sweat beaded on his forehead, running down his pale cheeks, dripping onto the soft material of the velvet.

Well, it had been soft. Now it was only stifling, only itchy, only something horrible and entrapping. And his hair.

His hair, where her hand touched, where whatever she had touched touched, and she was doing that gesuture with Elsa currently, whose to say she hasn't done that a million times this night, oh GOD he had a million other peoples' germs on him...

"Are you okay?" Elsa asked for the second time that evening. Hans, however, couldn't sum up enough...anything...to feel embarrassed.

"I have to use the restroom," he said, though the words were strained, forced.

He pushed forth from the wall, but his vision became blackened slightly, as he rocked on his feet. The sound of rushing water echoed through his ears as his breathing became faster and faster, and all he saw was two pairs of feminine hands approaching him, hands that wanted to touch him.

"I'm alright," Hans bit out, forcing his vision to clear and his brething to level out. Three faces swam into view, before the rest of the room did as well. Hans felt greatful for the fact they were rather out of the way, and no one saw his little debacle but the three standing before him.

And those three...each wore a different expression. Anna's was confused, clearly, if not slightly weirded out. There was a bit of concern in her eyes, but it wasn't shining through near as clearly as Elsa's concern. Though...concern for him, or concern for the well-being of her party...Hans wasn't sure which it was. And Kristoff...

Hans about passed out right then and there, because the expression on Kristoff's face was simliar to the expression he often saw on his brothers' faces: Knowing.

Hans wasn't sure what Kristoff thought he knew, but he hoped to God that Kristoff, this stranger, hadn't detected his weakness so easily.

'What if this Kristoff is a reporter...Elsa just said he was her date...what if he writes an article about me, about our company...what if he determines us to be weak...freaks...all because of my little fuck up...God, and what a fuck up...that will be probably be my new nickname, then, amongst my brothers...'

"I think...I should get some air..." Hans said finally, unnable to take it anymore. And with that, he headed to the door without another word.

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