CH. 10 Forgiveness.

A/N: HELLO there, good evening. XHXIX/NASG here. Yes, I have updated the fic, finally got around to update this, it had been knowing at me like no one knows.

I would like to thank you all for the reviews. Some weren't kind, but it's alright, we all have different opinions, for those who were kind and like the story so far, thank you so much for sticking around. This fic, like others I haven't taken down, will be updated. I want to finish this one first, then work on the rest.

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-NASG

A warm glow greeted his eyes when they opened. The sound of cackling thunder was heard. He moved his hand to cover his face. Where was he? Why did this seem familiar?

He sat up quickly as everything crashed back into his mind. How had he gotten here?

His eyes searched the place, it was his building. With mud walls and everything.

The fire that cracked made him feel uncomfortable. Had Elsa not left, if so where was she?

"Elsa?" He removed the... blanket?

He tried to stand, but a piercing pain made its way up towards his spine. Making him lay back down with a yelp.

Suddenly he heard footsteps rushing towards him. He could hide the fact that he was scared as to not seeing Elsa, what if she had left?

"Hans?" He heard a melodious voice call to him. A relief settled in his chest, she was with him.

The blonde quickly rushed to his side. He could see the bags under her eyes. She touched his warm cheek, her hands were freezing to him.

"You didn't leave me?"

Elsa turned away from him. Something in her eyes gave her away. So she hadn't stayed by choice.

"I understand." Hans too turned away from her.

Suddenly she stood from his side and went about to fetch the man some water. "Drink up."

"How long was I out?" He grabbed the water and gulped it down, the water refreshing his stomach.

Elsa sat on her knees as she brought him food.

"I'm not hungry."

Suddenly the ice queen stood from his side and began to walk away

"You know Hans, I'm not here by choice."

She suddenly turned her head around, he could swear her neck had snapped.

"Elsa?" He was suddenly nervous.

Her hair changed color, and her eyes went black.

"Oh Hans, if only there was someone out there who loved you."

He sat up straight panting harshly, his forehead covered in beads of sweat.

Hans looked around, his breath slowly coming to normal. He was in his hut. He made sure to look down, there it was his diy blanket from clothes that didn't fit.

There was no fire cackling, no food, nor water. Much less an Elsa.

He quickly made to remove the rags from himself and slowly made to stand up. Everything was sore, likely from lack of use.

"Elsa?" He limped out of his hut, where was she? She had to have been the one who'd dragged him back to their mini house.

There at the far distance, if he strained his ear enough, he could hear a girl grunting, and faint stick hitting stick noises.

Hans sighed limping towards the noise. She was obviously up to something, and something that was not good.

Hans patiently stared at the girl throwing sticks and rocks at the ocean in rage. It was obvious she was mad, or she'd drank some salt water and finally lost it.

"What are you doing?" He chuckled as the rock that was over her head unbalanced her and made her fall. She was strong for such a thin girl.

Elsa angrily stood and turned to look at him. "What does it look like I'm doing!?"

"Umm... Angrily throwing things at the ocean?" He winced in slight pain.

"Yes, Hans! I'm angrily throwing rocks and sticks in the water!" She threw her hands in the air, her composure and self image slipping away.

"I NEED TO GO HOME!" Again she searched for something to throw, but raged on when she didn't find anything.

"And doing that is going to help you, how?"

She stared at him with one brow sneeringly raised.

The man shook his head, and began limping away to his hut again, his aching muscles begging for rest.

Elsa followed him, tears in her blue eyes. "How are we going to get out of here Hans? Or do you really plan to stay here for the rest of your life?"

Hans didn't stop walking. As a matter of fact he ignored her, much to Elsa's anxiety.

"Answer me Hans!" She caught up to him and clawed her nails into his back, forcing him to turn around to face her.

The redhead stared at the blonde woman, his serious face making her rethink of what she'd just done.

"In case you haven't noticed your highness... We're stranded in the middle of the ocean, in an uncharted island... barely surviving."

She looked down in shame. It's just that she was desperate, she wanted to properly shower, to properly eat! All of this situation was nonsense!

She didn't want to admit aloud, but if that boat driver, or crewmember, had just seen her, they would've been on land now. She would've been home.

"But we're not even going to try and get out of here!?"

Hans turned his back to her in frustration, then looked back again to her, his face growing red.

"I demand children Elsa. I don't know how you're going to breed them, but you are."

With that said he turned to face his hut and began limping inside, leaving behind a crying blonde to her thoughts.

Elsa sat next to Hans, her hand muddy from molding pots. The sun was beginning to set, soon she wouldn't have enough light to see. The blonde shook her head, placing her ornaments aside. With her back to the redhead, she spoke in an almost whisper.

"I'm going to leave Hans." She paused for a moment, looking back to said mans eyes. "If something bad happens to me, if I DIE it's going to be with you till your grave."

Her eyes threw daggers at him, she couldn't take the situation anymore. If he wanted to stay she was not going to push him to go. Weather he stayed or went along with her, she was going to leave. The man looked at her then moved his gaze to the cackling fire.

"If we try to go back we might die, Elsa."

The blonde removed her hand from the pot she last molded and settled it down where the rest of them were, then went about to wash her hands inside a bigger pot that was filled with water.

"Why don't you admit you're just afraid!?" Her back stayed to him, not daring to look In his direction, why? She didn't know.

Hans laid there in the ground, his eyes still glued to the fire. "I'm not afraid." Elsa strained to listen.

"Then why not try to go back?" she insisted, her hands going to her legs to dry them.

Hans stayed there motionless, his eyes diverting to the ceiling. "Simple, Elsa. If we try and leave, besides the fact that we can be eaten by sharks, dehydrate, or starve to death, we have no idea where we're at. Do you really think it's possible to get home?"

He turned to look at her with soft eyes. "We almost died when we jumped out of that plane."

"But we didn't!"

"Who's to say we'll be this lucky next time?"

To this the blonde turned to face him, tears falling from her eyes again.

"Don't." He sat up and cringed in pain. "Do that!" Do you have any idea of how much it hurts to see you breaking like this? It's worse because I'm in love with you. He slowly stood, putting pressure on his right leg to limp his way to her.

"Please, Elsa, don't cry."

"Please Hans. It almost been a year!"

I need to go home! I need to see Anna! See Olaf... Bathe... Sleep well... I need to go home! But…

Hans hugged her tightly, his strong arms wrapping around her protectively. "I love you Elsa, please don't cry..."

To this her eyes went wide trying in desperation to not believe what he'd just said, wait, what had he just said!? Quickly and without thought, she pushed away from him. "What!?"

He raised his brow, her eyes still wet from the tears she'd shed. "Elsa... I'm in love with you. I have been... Since the day I met you."

"But you were with Anna!" she screamed at him, her angry stance making him feel small.

"Because my brother was with you!" What else could he say, it was the truth. "I lived lonely nights thinking he was the one who'd bed you! Countless sleepless nights!"

She grabbed at her hair, as all those memories of Hans acting so kind to her, trying to grab at her. Hug her, even kiss her "drunkly" ran through her mind.

Without warning, Elsa slapped the redhead, right now she didn't care if he was admitting his infinite love to her, or if he was practically crying, or almost tugging at her like a child, no right now she wanted to relive her tension. How dare he say something like this to her!? After all he did to hurt her, not to mention her family!

Hans' held at his stinging cheek, his skin turning red from the aggression.

"You disgusting... Dog!" She couldn't believe it, he was a compulsive liar, "You don't love me!"

Hearing her accusation, "Are you one to me tell me what I do and don't feel!? It's not like I had a choice, Elsa!"

"How could you have done then, what you've done to me!?" She again rolled out tears.

"That's not what love is!"

Elsa again began to attack him. Her hands offending his skin. Hans stood there and let her hit him. Though it did hurt, he knew he deserved this and more.

Suddenly without warning Elsa hugged at him. Surprising the man more than when she'd slapped him.

She muffled in his neck sobs. Tears staining his shirt.

"Elsa, my Queen..." She'd been right. This wasn't love... Love wasn't about possession. It was about letting be.

He hugged at her too. As if it was the last time he'd see her.

I'll make it so she returns even if I die taking her back. Even if she chooses him over me. Even if she never wanted to see him again.

She clunged to his shirt, her nails digging into him.

"Elsa, we'll get out of here, I promise."

She slowly looked up into his eyes. "Really?"

"I promise," he lifted her chin with his index finger.

"But we don't even know where we're at. You said so yourself."

"When we get to land, if we're not in The Southern Isles, nor Arendelle, we get to the closest embassy I promise. I'll get you home safely. It's almost going to be a year. And frankly I'm getting tired of not eating well... A man can only eat fish so many times before getting tired of it."

To this the blonde giggled, her tear filled eyes shining a bit.

"How do you know we'll be safe though? In the passage..."

I don't. Hans smiled and kissed her forehead, "everything will be fine." He bit his tongue before saying I promise again. Because he couldn't promise her a safe passage.