Hans spent about a month recovering. He was pampered, coddled, every whim catered to. And it was... boring.

He wanted fresh air and sunshine. Freedom meant more to him now than gold or attention. The staff (for whatever reason) insisted on talking to him in a baby voice.

"Who's a goodie-woodie biggie boy?! Huh? Huh?"

I think I know the answer, but why don't you keep going on and on and on instead of, I don't know doing your job?!
Hans, therefore, found himself restless. I almost wish I was back in prison. He thought to himself as he wandered the halls.

He found a door open to a balconey and went to the sun.

Aaaaah... that's much better, he thought, breathing in the fresh air. It took him about half an hour to unwind from the constant 'care'. He was an animal, after all, not a baby.

Elsa found him out there, "Prince!" She exclaimed happily. He barked his joy, leaping up.

"Are you feeling better boy?"

His tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth. Immediately, he brought it back in, and under control, keep cool man, he thought to himself, what're you getting so excited over?

Still, the blasted pink extension kept rolling out, panting. She giggled at his excitement, then covered her mouth to hide it, "Oh... how cute."

You think I'm cute? The dog part was just happy to have a companion, and so was Hans.

The snow queen shut the doors to her window before sitting down wearily, throwing off her shoes.

"Un- be- lievable," she pouted, "I have spent six hours in a meeting trying to figure out where to ship our ice so that it's available before it melts, but all the land routes are super-expensive. On top of that, everybody wants to know where Hans is, because nobody knows where he is!" She growled this out, as if they thought it was her fault they could not locate him. Even though, in a sense, it was her fault he was where he was, "I bet he went on vacation. Somewhere exotic with a lot of stupid, beautiful women!"

Her face flushed as she spent the next few minutes mocking the girls who would be climbing all over him.

"I can't believe they don't see what's right in front of them," She said, petting the top of his head.

Hans laughed internally. It was kind of ironic. Still, he was kind of bored. Elsa idly conjured a snowflake, which he promptly snapped at. Shooing him away, she conjured another one, which he quickly swallowed.

"Really?"

...she smirked. The next time she created a snowflake, it started floating away, forcing him to follow it. He snapped at it, but she always kept it juuuust out of reach. It became a game to them. Then she created snowdrifts for him to jump through. The dog was extremely happy.

Stick! Stick! Is that a stick!? No, it's chair, I want a stick, I like sticks, oh! I'm getting ear scratchies! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES! Oh, sweet mercy, I love you! And bacon! And ear scratchies! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!

They spent hours playing. Elsa hadn't had this much fun... ever, really. Maybe when she and Anna were young... But Prince was just so much fun, he took her mind off her problems. He had fun running after her snowflakes, so she decided to mess with him a bit.

Hans didn't even hear the snowball coming until it hit him in the back of the head. He turned, eyes wide with joking shock and betrayal as Elsa averted her eyes, putting on her best innocent look.

She met his gaze, "Who? Me?"

Okay, I see how it is...

He dove into a snowpile, disappearing into the hills she had conjured. Elsa kept her hands up, ready at any moment to blast him with more snow. Seconds passed.

"...Prince?"

She looked around nervously. Where had he-

"Ruff!" He exploded out of a mountain to her left.

"Wah!" The beast tackled her to the ground, covering her in slobbery kisses, "ew!"

He ignored her protests and kept licking. She started laughing.

"Ugh! You are such a bad boy! Ha ha ha!"

Oooooh... like you wouldn't believe, my queen.

Still, in some part of his mind, he knew this wasn't quite what he wanted. The enchantresses' warning came to mind; "don't get too comfortable being a beast."

Elsa inhaled and blew frost into his mouth, freezing the saliva in-place. The image was so funny, she burst out laughing, wet tears of relief running down her eyes. When she calmed down, she focused on his eyes with a semi-serious look on her face, "Oh Prince, I wish real men were like you."

A stab of jealousy ran through him, and he realized something; I'm in love with Elsa.

Prince ran away.