So.. I'm one day into midterms and am so overtired that it's ridiculous now. I haven't gotten a sufficient amount of sleep in who knows how long. It's gotten to the point where I'm walking around my apartment doing Hannah Hart's "Carrot onesie, carrot, carrot onesie." thing. I'm cackling like a madman and about ready to crash any second. I've basically lost what little sanity I had left. My writing is seriously slacking, just wait until after midterms. Prompts are slacking too.. But I'm not going to lie.. I'm not even sorry for this chapter.


Fixer Upper:

It was a wonder to anyone in Arendelle why the Queen, of all people, was dating the youngest Prince of the Southern Isles. Hardly anyone liked him.

The servants and staff sneered at him as he walked by. They even went as far as to gag and make faces if they even saw Elsa in physical contact with Hans.

Not that Hans didn't know though. Oh, please, he knew almost no one liked him. Sure, it damaged his ego slightly, but it hardly bothered him anymore. But sometimes, he still doubted himself... Just slightly.


Once, he was sitting by the fire (curtesy of him) with Elsa nestled happily in his lap, head resting against his shoulder. She seemed content enough, but.. He had to be sure.

"Why do you like me? What is there to like about me?" Well.. A little more blunt than expected, but good enough for now, Hans.

The Queen's eyes shifted from the fire to the maker of said fire, blinking. "What isn't there to like about you?"

"You could have practically any man you please and of all people, you choose me. Everyone hates me and to top it all off, I'm a terrible person. Even if you tried to change me." Hans chortled in amusement.

"So... You're a bit of a fixer upper, so you've got a few flaws.." She smiled, reaching up to ruffle his auburn locks. "That's a minor thing. I'm not saying I can change you, because people don't really change.. I'm only saying that love — of course — is powerful and strange. People make bad choices if they're mad, or scared, or stressed. Throw a little love their way and you'll bring out their best. True love brings out anyone's best..." She hummed in thought, turning words over in her head before speaking them. "Everyone's a bit of a fixer-upper, that's what it's all about. Father.. Sister.. Brothers.. We need each other to raise us up and round us out. Everyone's a bit of a fixer-upper, but when push comes to shove... The only fixer-upper fixer that can fix up a fixer-upper is true love. And, honestly, who better to fix a fixer upper... Than to fix him up with the biggest fixer upper there ever was." Elsa smiled sheepishly, tapping the tip of his nose with her index finger gently. And, no, she didn't sing.

That was... Quite the answer, actually. It had hushed Hans completely into silence. Now he was thinking about everything she had said.

So.. Maybe they didn't have the greatest relationship. It was flimsy, strange, frustrating, and sometimes sort of sexy. But at the end of the day, they did have one thing and that was love. Even if it was the weirdest love you had ever seen - It was still love, nonetheless.

Hans nodded, Elsa now absentmindedly tracing the outline of his jaw with her finger gently. "We are both quite the 'fixer uppers' as you so kindly put it.. Aren't we?"

"Most definitely. And I'm grateful for it every single day."