AN: So I'm back guys, and I have more written. I'll be able to write even more now, since next week I'm going on vacation which means I can write more, without having to go to work. So get ready guys. Big things are coming. Also spot the references to the original snow queen story!

Disclaimer: I don't own a bit of Frozen, this is a not for profit fanwork, thank you for reading and reviewing.

Whenever Hans blinked he could still see her crumpled form at the foot of the stairs.

He could still hear every word his brother has exclaimed. Even now.

"Rosalind, Rosie, please.." It echoed in his skull, like the sound she had made when she hit the floor; a blood curdling crunch of her bones breaking and her flesh tearing from within.

Hans put his fists to his temples to quiet the rattling in his head. The whiskey coursing now through his system numbed him to the roiling, searing bile rising in his throat. Hans turned and couldn't help but let loose the contents of his stomach all over the carpet, not that he had even eaten anything to throw up. He hadn't had the will to eat.

It was the first time he'd seen a dead body. Her blood had begun to pool from where her head cracked against the flawless tiled floor. Magne was wailing over her body, cradling it to his chest; unaware of the redness seeping through his clothes. Hans absently wished someone could love him like that, to have someone who would be willing to mourn him.

He set his glass down with a clink against the table, and it tumbled to the floor with a crash. The servants would have a coronary if they knew it was his third glass broken today. Hans didn't really care though, it wasn't his problem anyway. He examined his hands, flexing the fingers slowly. It was still so odd to see the asymmetry, even now.

His hands were trembling and he knew what Elsa would say if she could see him now. He closed his eyes. She probably was hiding somewhere; sulking even. His temper had gotten the best of him, the way it's started to ever since those idiotic revolutionaries began to pop up like thorns all over. And now his own brother was involved. It was as if the very universe was against him from the beginning.

Hans would crush this revolution if it was the last thing he would ever do.

Kristoff could feel his body growing weaker. It was as if the cold was seeping the sheer energy from his bones, leaving behind a deep misery and an empty shell. The crown had to be the answer. There was was no other reason. This had to stop, no matter the consequences

"Elsa. I... I know I should be thanking you for all you've done, but I feel like I should tell you this. Ice has always been my life, but this ice is different. It knows, its alive... and it's always feeding off of me. I can't stand it, Elsa."

He was standing in the doorway of her bedroom, looming darkly over the entire room. "It's changing me, I know it is."

"I can't just take it away. You wouldn't be able to walk anymore. What would Anna say?"

"Anna can't know!" Kristoff growled, startling her, and Elsa had to take a few steps back in horror. "I can't live like this."

"Excuse me?" She gaped at him, staring in abject disgust. "Elsa, do whatever it takes to fix this." He stepped toward her, as the queen stepped back. Elsa bumped into the footboard of her wedding bed. "What do you want me to do?" He towered over her, and somewhere deep down, her stomach was in knots, and the heat inside was building, along with the fear.

"You're a smart girl." Something in Kristoff's voice changed, she didn't even recognize it anymore.

Elsa fell back against the bed with a gasp. "This ice was supposed to help you. What is happening to you?"

He narrowed his eyes. "You should know. You did this to me."

"How can I have when I don't even know what's gotten into you."

Kristoff began to climb onto the bed over her, one knee beside her on the mattress. He had her pinned by the hips.

"I've seen the way you treat me, the way you look at me." Kristoff leaned in, their noses almost together. "The ice tells me what it knows. I can't stand it. It's too much."

"Your eyes." She reached out to touch his face, cupping it in both of hers "It's like a mirror." She was right; his eyes had become a blue-white, the lightest azure possible, color, the way his crown looked, almost translucent even, clear enough to let the whites of his eyes show.

Kristoff took her hands from his face forcefully, crushing her pale hands in his own coarse ones as he kissed her deeply. Elsa didn't fight back, her hands loosely in fists in Kristoff's grip. He released one of her hands to cup the queen's face, tracing the delicate lines of her bone structure with his thumb. "Elsa.. I.."

She stared, unable to summon words, her chest heaving.

"H-how dare you?" Elsa finally managed to choke out, attempting to sit up, but only managing to put herself closer to him.

Kristoff looked confused for a moment, startled by the sound of her voice, before kissing her again, a hand sliding up into her loose hair. Elsa could feel the frost gathering where he touched, but it wasn't from her.

The heat building within her was too much, and she had to pull back to breathe, hands clasping Kristoff's shoulders tighter than necessary.

"You don't want me to stop, do you?" His voice was a low growl, unlike anything she'd ever heard before. Elsa wasn't sure if it was the crown or whatever it was that had begun to film his eyes over that was causing this. "I should—"

"But you don't," he pinned her down harder against the bed.

"Kristoff…." Elsa looked up at him. His skin was freezing cold where it touched her. Actual ice was less cold than this. "You're almost glacial."

"Anna could never handle this. I can't hurt her." He was back to his old self, reflective eyes closed to the queen's expression of horror.

"I don't know what to say." She touched the hair at his temple that had gone white as purely driven snow with her fingertips. Kristoff turned, to avoid the tender caress.

"Then don't say anything." He furrowed his brow, making sure not to look directly at her.

"Am I just her stand-in then?" She couldn't help but search his face for some semblance of sanity still there. "Anna's my sister, you know that, how could you possibly think I would be okay with this?"

"The ice told me you're unhappy married to Hans. It's been telling me everything about you. Everything."

Elsa stiffened. "What? How could frozen water tell you that? And what about you? What about Anna?"

"It's not just the water, it's everything. It knows everything. It hears everything." Kristoff's voice was filled with reverence. "You have the barest of minimal power, Elsa. There's so much more you don't know, and won't know unless you could see what I've seen."

"I don't want to see what you've seen." Her voice was a whisper. "It's destroying you from the inside out, isn't it?"

He opened his eyes slowly, finally holding her gaze. "If it is, I might just give in."