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Chapter 8
"What am I, some sort of pet?" Hans groaned, not fully realizing the significance of her words.
Elsa tilted her head to the side, and looked at him expectantly, waiting for her words to actually sink in. The moment came.
"Wait..." Muttered Hans. "If you want me to stay here... You want me to say here! That means something, right?" He laughed joyfully.
Elsa smiled at him. "Yeah. I guess it does." The warm feeling returned to her. But then cruelly left her, as she hit cold, hard reality. Her smile faded. "Hans... We would never be able to see each other... I'd be hiding you all the time... We could never marry... Anna could never know... And Anna does not like secrets."
Hans once again took his hands in hers. She'd grown to love that. He found her gaze and calmed her. "Elsa. I'm sure we can make this work," he said reassuringly, his eyes twinkling. "But we do have something, right?"
Now it was Elsa's time to reassure him. "I can't ignore it, Hans. So unfortunately, yes, we do."
Then someone cruelly broke up their moment. Again. The timing of these people, Hans thought, irked.
There was a pounding on the library door. "Your Majesty! Have you finished writing that treaty? The council members are eagerly awaiting your presentation!" It was Kai, just checking up on the Queen. Kai knew of all the newfound pressure she was being burdened with, and he tried his best to help her out and check on her when he could.
"I might need a little more time, Kai. But I'm working on it. Thank you," she replied.
"Yes, Your Majesty." And he departed.
As soon as he was gone, Hans chortled , "Wow, your first lie for me. You are a devoted lady." He once again bore that devilish smirk on his face.
Devilish and cute, Elsa noted. She had chose to dismiss his last comment. She had bigger things to worry about than his witty sense of humor. "Okay, I should probably show you to your hiding spot now. We don't want anybody finding you. I'll supply you with food, water and a blanket."
Hans sighed over-dramatically. "Okay then. Let's get on with it."
Elsa started across the room to the door and opened it quietly. She checked to see if anybody was looking. All clear. Then she motioned for Hans to follow her.
They made their way down the castle's long corridors. They had to surmount several sets of stairs to reach the top floor of the castle. Finally, Elsa found what she was looking for. She opened a door, and it appeared to be a small closet.
Odd, Hans thought. There was normally nothing small in a castle. She took Hans hand and led him to the back of the closet, and opened up a trapdoor on the ceiling. It was an attic. An attic in a closet. Wonderful, Hans thought.
He groaned. "C'mon, an attic OR a closet I can take, but an attic IN a closet? You are really taking extremes, huh?"
"Just get in. Stop your whining, mister," Elsa mocked playfully. "I'll go get you some food and stuff, so you'll be able to barely survive this horrible, cold dungeon."
Hans entered the attic obediently, but not without huffing and puffing. "This is no way to treat a former prince," he muttered, bothered, under his breath.
Elsa just smiled. But then she quickly shut the attic door and exited the closet. "Don't come out. Ever. Until I say so. I'm going to get your stuff." And with that, she left the formerly Prince Hans of the Southern Isles locked up in a dusty old attic, inside of an undersized, little closet. She had no idea what she was getting herself into.
