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This story is rated T for dark content and some strong language, just so you know.

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Several years later...

As Elsa woke up, she looked around the all-too-familiar bedroom, then at the dress laid out on the floor, with the blue pair of gloves. Coronation day, she thought to herself, sitting up. Those gloves sitting on the floor, looking so innocent... Necessary evil. Necessary evil, she chanted in her head, as if hearing it over and over would make wearing them more pleasant. She had to be in control today, because if they saw her powers, every plan she had would be ruined.

Slowly, she stood next to her bed, looking at the outfit. It was too... conservative, too proper. She longed to rip the ridiculously long sleeves away, to tear off the end of the skirt. In fact, why didn't she just do away with the whole thing? There would be no way she could make it better. Just run around in her night gown, why not? People would be shocked, but that didn't matter, did it? She was going to be queen soon, and she'd have as much freedom as she could ever want.

But to be queen, she'd have to get through the day without displaying her powers. It would be easy... if she kept those awful gloves on.

As the gates were pulled open, Anna gasped at how many people were crowding the streets. Were there really that many people in the kingdom? It seemed like there were even more beyond the initial crowd, all around the central square and walking through the streets. She could see the white, crisp sails over the port beyond, ruffling with the brisk breeze. Then sun shone warmly down on the entire scene, as far as the eye could see, sunlight dappling the mountains beyond the kingdom. Grinning widely, she ran out into the crowd, looking around in awe. She couldn't believe how many things were out here and how many people, and how different the people were! There were so many shades of hair, sizes of nose, color of skin, height and size... It was almost overwhelming how much there was! Bright banners, flags, shops, vendors yelling out their wares... Everything seemed to be much faster, and so alive.

While running down the street, trying to take everything in at once, Anna suddenly felt herself crashing into something large and hairy, then stumbled backwards and turned towards what she had crashed into. It was a large horse, which was looking at her in a confused way. "I'm so sorry!" a voice called, then out stepped a man in a white uniform. He held out his hand and smiled, then his eyes widened as he recognized her. "Anna?"

"Hans?" she said in reply, stepping closer. Then she grinned and wrapped her arms around him. "It's been so long since I last saw you! Wow, you're tall." She then stepped away and blushed. "I mean- it's a very nice size- you know- great stature."

He chuckled. "Thank you. You're looking great." Looking down at the ground, he frowned. "I... I'm sorry I wasn't at their funeral. I should've come back for that, I just..."

She immediately took his hand and smiled at him. "It's okay. It wasn't much fun anyways. Well, of course it wasn't, it was a funeral," she stammered. "But you- you know what I mean."

"Yes, I do." He smiled back at her, and she felt a fluttering in her chest.

Church bells began ringing in the background, and Anna gasped. "Oh, it's time for the coronation. I'd better go. See you there?"

"Of course." He bowed slightly, taking the reigns of his horse as he did.

Anna did an awkward curtsy back, then giggled as she ran towards the church. Hans watched her leave with a smile still on his face, then he paled as he saw someone else moving through the crowd. She was a commanding presence, purple cape fluttering in the wind behind her. Her icy eyes surveyed the crowd, and her gloved hands were clasped together and twitched occasionally. Suddenly, her eyes flickered towards him, and she stared for a moment. He stared back, unable to break his gaze away. With one gloved hand, she gestured for him to follow her, then turned and walked back towards the castle. Hans didn't know what else to do, so he slowly followed after her, pushing through the crowd. She eventually ducked through the gate and into the entrance to the palace gardens.

When Hans caught up with her, she was slowly pulling her glove off. With her covered hand holding it tightly, her uncovered one, pale in the light, gently touched a flower. Frost began to flow in tendrils around the blush-pink petals, and Elsa smiled as the whole flower became crystalline with ice. He watched in awe as she turned and looked at him. After a few seconds, she spoke. "It's not just something that kills, you know," she whispered.

"I know that," he said hesitantly. "It... it healed me, didn't it?"

She chuckled slightly, then turned back towards the flower. Her next statement was clearly a command. "You won't tell Anna everything that happened... right?"

He hesitated. "How much does she already know?"

"She knows I have powers. She doesn't know... what I've done with them." She touched the flower, and it suddenly shattered, shards of ice with pieces of stem or petal raining to the ground. She turned fully towards Hans, and he saw desperation in her glare. "Please, don't tell her. If she does, I lose her."

"Since when did you care if someone loved you?" he asked, scowling.

Elsa paused for the briefest of seconds, then said cautiously, "I cared about what you thought." For a moment, the two looked at each other, then she cleared her throat and continued. "Not anymore, however. All I care about is that you don't tell anyone anything. I don't want anyone to know."

He nodded. "I won't. There's no reason to, anyways. If you wanted to kill everyone, they'd already be dead, wouldn't they?"

"I-" Her uncovered hand began trembling, and she quickly pulled the glove back over it. "Of course."

Hans turned around to leave, but frowning, he said, "I've been wondering about something." He spoke without turning to look at her. "Did you kill your parents?"

He heard a small sigh, then she spoke. Her voice was as cold as her strange power. "Why wouldn't I kill them? What have they done for me?"

Surprised to hear that her voice was shaking, despite its tone, Hans quickly began walking away. He'd be much safer if he was farther away than this... this monster. Who knew who she'd strike next?