Hans made his way quickly back up to one of the main rooms in the castle. He needed to form a plan. You don't have to do this! A voice in his head called. He pushed that voice aside. Yes, I do. If I don't then I'll never get to become a king. I deserve to be a king. King Hans… King Hans. Hans's need for the crown was becoming more and more desperate. He had waited his whole life, and now that he was so close he wouldn't let anyone get in his way.

On his way back up he was sidetracked by the voice he'd grown to despise. One of the things he was mostly looking forward to after he became king was never having to hear the evil old man's voice again, constantly nagging him or putting him down. Hans hated this man, more than he hated Elsa, but he didn't have the power to do anything… Well, not yet he didn't.

"Prince Hans," The Duke of Weselton began. "I feel as though-"

"What?" Hans snapped. "What do you feel? You feel as though I am doing a bad job? Is that it? You feel as though the Queen escaping is my fault?"

"The Queen's escaped?" The Duke gasped. "What? No… that's not it at all. Perhaps we should talk somewhere more... Private?"

Hans really didn't want to go anywhere with this man. Who knew what criticism he had to throw in Hans face, but then again, what if it's something really important. The two guards of Arendelle that followed him from the dungeon show up, standing closely behind Hans.

"Stand on guard near the castle gates," Hans orders them. "Do not allow anyone but Princess Anna through, should she return. Should Queen Elsa return, send her straight into the dungeons. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Prince Hans."

The two guards left and he followed the Duke of Weselton into the closest room there was. The room consisted of wooden flooring surrounded by four green walls, one with a window, one with a fireplace and one with the door they entered through. The fireplace was already lit, by who Hans didn't know. Then again, most of the fireplaces in all of Arendelle were lit at that particular time. Just because the Queen had returned didn't mean that the cold had stopped, in fact, it had done quite the opposite. A red rug was spread across the wooden floor which couches were edged on it. There were two bookcases and some other various chairs surrounding some of the walls with two pictures on either side of the fireplace.

"I know your plan." The Duke of Weselton said when the doors were closed. "And I want in."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Hans lied, something he found himself doing regularly now.

"Of course not," The Duke smiled. "But when the Queen is stripped of her title for causing such disaster, no doubt the throne will be handed down to Anna. You want to marry Anna for the throne, and then become a king. Honestly, I don't blame you-"

"Thank you, for wasting my time." Hans said sternly. How dare he know? "But I don't know what it you're saying. I love Princess Anna, and it is not my fault that you do not know what love is—what is that?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something moving towards the castle outside the window. Queen Elsa? No… it's a horse? No… A reindeer. But who is the…

"It looks like Princess Anna, only with a different hair colour?" The duke said.

He was right. Anna was riding towards the castle on a reindeer, encased in someone's arms… A man's arms. No. No. No. How could she? Hans thought. I though she said it was true love… I thought we were going to be married… And yet here she comes riding across the castle bridge with a different man? No. What if she thinks that this man is her true love? What if she chooses to marry him? No. How could she? I am so close to the crown I can almost feel it, and now she's in love with someone else? But if she is in love with someone else, why is she coming back? And why is her hair suddenly changed?

Two guards had walked into the room, as well as one of Arendelle's advisors.

I have to get her back… Princess Anna and the Throne will be mine. I will be King Hans, no matter what.

"I'm going to look for Princess Anna," He informed them and walked towards the door.

"You cannot risk going out there again!" One of the guards said.

"If anything happens to her-"

"If anything happens to the Princess," The other guard cut in. "You are all Arendelle has left."

Hans thought deeply, sighing as he did so. He couldn't leave them. After all, he was all Arendelle had left. His thoughts were cut short by the sound of the doors opening and two servants helping Anna into the room, lifting her slightly as she did so. She looked cold: Very, very cold. Her previously red gleaming hair was now striped with icy white (much like the same colour of her sister's hair) and she had her hands held closely to her heart. They called Hans's name and he ran straight over to her, encasing her in his arms. He felt the coldness and knew that something wasn't right.

"Hans, you have to kiss me," Anna said desperately. "Now,"

"We'll give you two some privacy." Everyone else left the room, leaving just Hans and Anna together. Alone.

"What happened out there?" Hans asked her.

"Elsa struck me with her powers," Anna muttered weakly. I knew it. I knew that Elsa did something.

"I thought you said that she'd never hurt you?" He questioned.

"I was wrong," Anna said, before clasping her heart in pain. Hans picked up her cold, weak body and carried her to the couch near the fire. "She froze my heart, and the only way to save me is with an act of true love."

"A true love's kiss," Hans realised. He stroked her face with his gloved hand.

So that's why she came back: Because she thinks that I'm her true love. But, what if I'm not really her true love? What if it's that reindeer guy? What will happen to my chances of the throne if I kiss her and nothing happens, and so then she decides that I'm not really her true love and leaves me for that other guy? And then he gets the throne… He probably doesn't even want the throne! I do! I deserve that throne.

She is really pretty, even now when she's almost frozen to death. I thought that I liked her, not a true love though. Oh no… I'm supposed to kiss her and nothing will happen! But, what if I just don't kiss her? No, there is no way around this. If I don't kiss her now then she'll freeze to death, and that can't happen. She's all Arendelle has—

Wait, no she's not! The words the guard said to Hans earlier rang around his head. If anything happens I'll be all Arendelle had left. All Arendelle has left. I'll be King! Finally! But, I can't just leave her to die; I'd never get away with it. Besides, for me to be legally counted as a King I would have to marry her, and how can I marry her if I can't even kiss her… Unless I just said that I married her.

No! I can't kill her. Can I? I like her too much.

Think of the throne, King Hans! Think of the throne.

Don't do it!

Do it already!

Hans and Anna were about to kiss when Hans stopped. He needed to make his decision. He looked at Anna, her blue eyes closed shut peacefully and her lips already puckered and her cold breath so short he could swear she was nearly dead already. I can't kill her… Come on Hans! Just say something that will crush her! She's supposed to be your true love, so what would crush you at a time like this. With his hand still on her face, he pulled together the most evil grin he could and stared at her. Go!

"Oh Anna," Her eyes opened in surprise, probably wondering why he hadn't kissed her already. With a deep breath, he spoke again. "If only somebody loved you."

"What?" She whispered with confusion as he walked away from the couch towards the blinds. "You said you did."

Hans looked at his reflection in the window. He barely recognised that Prince that was always bullied by his brothers. Now he was the one doing the bullying, and all for the throne. Eyes on the prize, Hans. He started to draw the purple curtains to a close as he spoke. "As thirteenth in line to the throne in my own kingdom, I didn't stand a chance. I knew that I would have to marry into the throne somewhere."

"But- what are you talking about?" Anna stuttered, the coldness taking its effect. Hans removed his glove and turned blew out the candle that rested on its stand near Anna. If he was going to do this, he was not going to let anything get Anna back to health. She had to be dead for him to have the throne.

"As heir, Elsa would have been preferable, of course," Hans continued, now walking over to the big log fire and the main source of heat in the room. "But, no one was getting anywhere with her. But you,"

"Hans," She almost was crying.

"You were so desperate for love that you were willing to marry me just like that." With his gloves back on and the jug of water in his hands he set out to put out the fire. "I figured that after we married, I'd have to stage a little accident for Elsa."

"Hans!" Anna reached out for the fire, only to fall onto the red rug in an ice cold heap. "No… Stop!"

"Then, Elsa doomed herself and you were dumb enough to go after her." Anna continued to beg him as he put the jug down on the table, laughing evilly as he did so. "Now all that left is to kill Elsa and bring back summer,"

"You're no match – for Elsa," Anna muttered angrily.

"No," Hans took her face loosely in his hands, staring deadly into Anna's eyes. "You're no match for Elsa. I on the other hand, am the hero who is going to save Arendelle from destruction."

As Hans strode towards the door, he heard Anna mutter. "You won't get away with this."

He took one final look at the Princess who was going to be his bride, his ticket to the throne. "Oh… I already have." He closed the white door tightly and locked it, before putting the key into his pocket.

He sighed heavily. Oh Hans, For some odd reason, it was his mother's voice he heard. What have you done? He shook his head and took a shaky breath out. Even he had to admit that it wasn't the nicest approach, but why should he be nice to Anna? It'll teach her right for choosing someone else to be her true love. As for Elsa, she's the one who brought this whole thing on. If she hadn't denied our marriage in the first place than Hans would be King by now, instead of being the murderer of Princess Anna. If Elsa had said yes then Anna wouldn't have grabbed her glove, and then Elsa's powers wouldn't have been exposed, and then she wouldn't have ran away, Anna wouldn't have gone after her, she wouldn't have fallen in love with someone else or get struck by Elsa's powers and I wouldn't have had to go through all this drama! Still… Now all that's left is to kill Elsa, and bring back summer.

The words echoed around Hans's head as he head to go and find a sword and some winter clothes. He would be king, and he'd make Elsa pay.