"101" Hans puffed out, collapsing on the ground, out of breath. He cursed himself for not continuing. If he was expected to get revenge, he had to be stronger. And he did want revenge on Arrendelle, it just seemed pointless now. Whatever he thought up, sure the Black Spot pirates had already done to Anna.
He rolled on his back and closed his eyes. They had bags now, puffing black and bloodshot from lack of sleep.
Ash.
Blood.
Bone.
Slime.
Dirt.
Fire.
Smoke.
Hans burst back up puffing for air. His heart was racing so fast it felt like it was going to pop out of his chest. There was only one solution he could count on; exhaustion. If he worked hard enough, and took some opiates, he might luck out and have some dreamless sleep. Or some nightmares.
He whipped off his shirt and went back to his work out.
"1... 2... 3... 4..."
There was a knock on the door.
"The prisoner will rise!"
Hans rolled his eyes. He planned on ignoring whomever it was. He wasn't interested. However, it was hard to ignore the glowing silhouette of the curvy queen.
"Hans..." She said shakily. He knew immediately she had done something she could not live with. She was here looking for some form of absolution. Part of him wanted to deny her it. And demand she live with herself. Another part of his didn't care, "I... wanted to apologize for requiring this of you. I recognize that... your duty to the navy is over, and that you are-"
"Let it go," He snarled. He took off his undershirt, allowing the young woman a clear view of his scars, "don't ever apologize for killing. It makes you look weak."
She nodded dumbly as he flexed his muscles.
"...you're going to die," She whispered.
"I don't see how that's your problem."
"You don't care?"
"You care more than I do. 5... 6... 7..."
"Could you please finish up," Elsa hissed angrily. It was almost sunset, and he had demanded his ship be in harbor, waiting for inspection. She did not think it was particularly princely, (as far as vessels go) but she supposed it was just there to get the job done. Yet, instead of doing... anything, Hans was here, taunting her and flexing his scarred body at her like some common hooligan!
None of her people were allowed in yet, to prevent security issues. Hans had the audacity not to allow her people onto a vessel she had managed to get, and not take immediate action when she called for it.
"I'll know when I'm done!" He barked. His cell exploded as it was struck by a cannon-ball.
He was done.