(A/N: Things aren't going too well for Hans right now; people are not where he wishes them to be. I tried to make it seem desperate at this point – I just thought I'd let you all know because I have a feeling I didn't do a very good job of it :/

Thanks to AwesomeIsAwesome, MrTarczynski, pABL0000(Isabel), and codyenokida for reviewing. Thanks to my old reviewers, and to those who are continuing to read.

By the way, did I say there were no major character deaths?

I was lying.)

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Chapter 10: A Promise

"Hans," the ice harvester snarled, "put that sword away."

The prince shook his head tauntingly. "Good sir, I'm afraid I just cannot do that!"

One of the guards hesitated. "We don't know what their – his purpose is!"

"Oh," Hans spoke, clutching his heart, "but I do." He turned back to Kristoff, who had his arm around Elsa protectively.

"This man has magic like Elsa's, but worse – more dangerous, more daunting." He glanced at the men. "He has brainwashed your queen!"

Kristoff glared, hearing the collective gasp around them. Next to him, Elsa shook her head immediately.

"Kristoff did not brainwash anyone!"

"Kristoff?" one man tilted his head. "Aren't you…the ice deliverer?"

"Or so we thought," Hans said, shaking his head. "Of course they'd deny it – they'd deny anything to save their own souls!" He yelled. "Or, just his soul…because he's behind this." Raising his sword, he moved forward at a dangerous speed.

Kristoff backed up slowly, keeping an arm in front of Elsa.

"K-Kristoff, just run! He's going to kill you!"

But the man shook his head. "As long as he doesn't hurt you."

In the few seconds she had, Elsa found his gesture very sweet. It was because he cared about her. It was because he loved her.

She also found it incredibly irritating.

She loved him enough to not want to see him get stabbed to death right in front of her – didn't he get that?

Apparently not.

Hans swung his sword, missing Kristoff by just a couple inches. He yelped, and Elsa screamed, firing a bolt at the prince. He blocked it with his sword swiftly.

Hans looked back at his men. "I need you to – what?"

The men were not following him; they were scared, not of the duo, but of the prince.

"Kristoff would never," one man stated, barely audible through the blizzard. He threw down his spear. "I know Kristoff; he wouldn't do something like this."

Hans twitched – it wasn't obvious, but Elsa noticed – and roared. "You fools!" he seethed.

Kristoff looked to Elsa worriedly. "Is this blizzard because of you?" She shook her head. "It must be, but…but I don't even know."

He grimaced. "I…I know how hard it is, but you have to try and cease it. Please," he begged. "I…I have a plan, but it can't work in this weather."

Elsa bit her lip. Could she do it? Would it be too difficult?

But Kristoff needed it.

That alone was enough to convince her to at least give it a shot.

"I can try."

Hans had returned his attention to the two, gripping his sword tightly.

Kristoff noticed that in his glare and the snarl on his lips, Hans had had enough bullshit. He was going to kill both of them.

Before Kristoff could even begin to prepare his plan to catch Hans off guard, however, a figure emerged from out of the whiteout.

Sven came charging into view, with a white-haired Anna on his back.

Kristoff's best friend howled loudly, stampeding straight toward the prince.

The three made contact, a loud crunch was heard, and Hans went flying.

"Elsa!" Anna yelled, and the queen snapped out of her concentration.

"Anna?" She looked around wildly, suddenly in panic. "Anna!"

Sven halted to a stop, giving them a perfect view of the princess.

She was shivering, and her hair was white.

"Oh, Anna – " Elsa ran over to her sister, clutching her tightly. "You're so…so cold…"

Anna only shuddered more. "E-Elsie, you aren't helping r-right now –"

"Ah." The queen, after hesitating, removed her hands from Anna's skin.

She clasped her hands together, staring worriedly at Anna as she watched the ice, very slowly, travel to her face.

"I…I'm glad I could stop Hans," the princess managed, glancing over at the unconscious prince. "I…I love you – it was worth it."

The ice crawled onto Anna's cheeks, she gasped – Elsa rushed forward, wanting badly to grab her sister and tell her it was all right.

But it wasn't.

The ice harvester pulled her back as she continued to effortlessly reach for Anna.

"Anna…Anna, no!"

The princess became very still, unmoving in the cold blizzard. She was nothing more than an ice statue now; the creation of a monster.

A monster…

"N-no," Elsa clutched her head, a tear rolling down her cheek. "No!"

She stumbled, once, twice, and fell onto the hard ice. The winds of the blizzard rolled upwards and disappeared into the air.

Silence.

Kristoff stood and stared, his lip trembling. Anna was still, her eyes still radiating panic and shock from when she watched the ice take her over.

Elsa cried on the ground – it was all because of her. She did this. She hated herself more than anything.

It hurt Kristoff to be there and watch it all; Princess Anna was gone, and Elsa felt as though it was all her fault.

They were all they had left: each other.

Kristoff's hands clenched, and he turned to the one who truly caused it all.

Breaking the eerie silence, he stomped over to Hans, who was beginning to return to consciousness.

"W-wha – "

A snap rang through the air, followed by an agonizing scream.

"This is because of you," Kristoff growled, forcing the prince's arm behind his back unnaturally. "You did this!"

Behind the ice harvester, the sound of ice crackling softly emitted, and Elsa's sobs grew less.

But Kristoff's was so consumed by rage, so consumed by hate and anger, that it did not matter.

"You hurt Anna," he snarled, staring mercilessly into Hans's eyes, which were now showing emotions of worry and panic.

"You hurt this family," he continued, pushing the arm further into his back.

"You hurt my queen – you will never get away with it again."

The second snap was heard, and closely trailed by the crunch of a full ribcage.

"K-Kristoff?" Elsa panted, rushing to him. "S-stop, please! Anna…Anna's…she's coming back!"

The ice harvester hesitated, glancing back.

The color to Anna's clothes was appearing, slowly but surely. Kristoff shook his head. How…?

He turned back to the prince, who was breathing heavily. "P-please…" he begged. "I p-promise, I won't touch them a-again."

Kristoff sighed, making a decision.

He let Hans loose, and the prince backed away slowly, rolling his shoulders as he coughed uncontrollably.

He didn't have too much time, however – Kristoff grabbed him again and held him tightly.

"I," he growled, "will hold you to that promise."

The troubled prince didn't get to respond, for Kristoff had snapped his neck.

"Kristoff!" Elsa screamed. "W-what have you done?!"

He shrugged her off, shooting a glance back at the princess.

The last of the frost was melting off of her forehead – her eyes looked drowsy and she was shivering once more, but she was alive.

"H-how…?"

"Kristoff, you j-just…killed a man, and – oh my god, Anna…!"

The princess was bombarded by a rather large hug, especially for Elsa's standards.

The queen hugged and kissed her sister, sobbing loudly into her dress. "I thought I'd lost you…"

I've got a sore throat, so I need to take care of that…but I'll try to finish this story and not do a too shitty job of it before school resumes on Monday. Thanks for sticking with me, guys. :D It means everything. I'm not really feeling as though I'm in my "zone" right now, and hell – you guys are still reading. :P

Kristelsa fluff will come!