Hello readers! So as I was typing this chapter I realised that I'd made a mistake! I'd already written about Elsa breaking out when she doesn't actually do that until Hans goes to kill her in the prison. Sorry for the mistake, but for the sake of the story I've gone along with her breaking out earlier. It's not a huge problem, but I hate that it happened! Also, again, I do not own Frozen. All rights go to Disney. Now, on with the story! :D

Hans recomposed himself, his hands still shaking beneath their gloves as he tried to get Anna's pleading out of his head. It was still ringing around his ears as he made his way back up towards where everybody was waiting: the meeting room. He wasn't sure if his hands were shaking from the guilt that was throwing him or the winter chill that was getting colder and colder by the second. But Hans knew who was causing it, everybody did. How bad will she react when she finds out her sister is dead?

"If we don't do something soon we'll all freeze to death!" An annoying voice spoke. Hans didn't need to question who that was. He opened the door to the meeting room and the cold faces looked up at him, probably wondering why is back alone. "Prince Hans…"

He looked sadly at the floor. "Princess Anna is… Dead," Everybody was shocked as the Duke of Weselton directed him to a chair, asking what it was that had happened. "She was killed- By Queen Elsa."

"Her own sister…" The Duke, as well as everyone else in the room seemed to have believed Hans's lie. Keep it up Hans! The voice called from his head. They believe you! Remember: Bring back summer, bring back summer. Hans repeated his Mantua in his head, keeping focused on the main goal. Kill Elsa, bring back summer. Kill Elsa, bring back summer.

"At least we got to say our marriage vows, before she died in my arms." Hans slumped a little. Why Hans? His mother's voice rang through his head. Why hers? Why do you have to do this? Does the throne really mean that much to you? Is it worth it?

The Duke of Weselton stood up a little taller, fists clenched by his side. "There can not be any doubt now. Queen Elsa is a monster, and we are all in grave danger."

"Prince Hans," One of Arendelle's guards sighed. "Arendelle looks to you!"

"With a heavy heart," Hans said, trying to sound sincere. "I charge Queen Elsa of Arendelle with treason, and sentence her to death."

Hans was wrapped in winter wear almost immediately. Guards insisted to go with him, but he brushed them aside.

"You don't know what she's capable of," Hans stared at them. "You've only seen a winter, but I've seen someone freeze to death. She froze Princess Anna's heart; she'll freeze someone else's."

"But if you don't return-" The guard started, before Hans cut him off.

"I'll make sure that I do." Hans said. He stood outside the prison cell where Elsa had knocked the wall down.

He remembered the anger he felt, how much he wanted Elsa dead, and summoned it. He took the sword from one of the guards and opened the door, only to have an icy wind hit him. He stepped out into the cell and walked over to the Fjord, the snow blowing in his eyes so much he could barely see: But that was not going to stop him. He stumbled, being blown slightly by the storm that had occurred.

Stay focused Hans he thought. Keep your eyes on the prize. The whole of Arendelle is behind you, and why wouldn't you be? What are you again? Oh, right, you are the hero that will save Arendelle from destruction. Hero… King Hans of Arendelle, Hero… Imagine the look on William's face when he's only the king of some other kingdom and I'm the king AND the hero of Arendelle. Imagine all of their faces! Lonely, weak, ignored, forgotten Prince Hans is King Hans, hero to Arendelle. That's it! Just across the Fjord a little further and you'll be there! You'll finally find your own place, finally have it all! Just get to Elsa! Kill Elsa, bring back summer.

The storm got stronger as he made his was closer into the Fjord. He saw blue a little further ahead and knew he'd found it. He'd found Queen Elsa. If he could just kill her, he'd become king. King Hans, Hero of Arendelle. Just a few more steps.

"Elsa!" Hans shouted above the wind. "You can't run from this!"

Elsa turned around, a scared look on her face. Hans could see clearly, but it was almost like he was encased around the storm, just him and Elsa. "Please, just- take care of my sister!"

Oh sure, now you want me to take care of her. "Your sister?" He said, stepping closer with the sword still hidden. "She'd been climbing through the mountain, weak and cold. She said that you froze her heart." Elsa's face was listening intently, clinging onto each of Hans's words. "I tried to save her but it was too late: her skin was ice, her hair turned white… Your sister is dead, because of you!"

Elsa stumbled back slightly as the shock of the story hit her. She turned away from Hans, her face in despair. She brought her hands up to her face as she collapsed to her knees on the icy Fjord floor in tears. As she did, the storm went with it. He could see clearly across the icy Fjord and Arendelle castle was in sight.

You told her. You did it. Kill her now while her back is turned and you'll become king! You'll get to own you own castle… your dream will come true! The voice told Hans. Then his mother's voice spoke up. Or you could leave. Go back and rule over a kingdom that isn't as broken down as this one… or don't rule over one at all! This need for the crown is getting out of hand! Look at the damage you are doing!

He brushed his mother's voice aside. He drew out the sword as silently as he could, being very careful not to cause Elsa to hear him. Not that she could: she was too busy crying on the floor to notice. He walked towards her, the silver sword already positioned in his right hand. Come on Hans! Just do it!

With an evil grin spread across his face, he began to bring the sword down to Elsa's back. Queen Elsa, so sad, so alone… Such a monster to notice her own death. The voice barely even sounded like Hans anymore. Hans wasn't like this! Hans liked eating sandwiches, chocolate and meeting new people, seeing new places and imagining what it would be like to rule there. The real Hans hated evil, found it too often as nothing more than a nuisance. Hans's brothers were what Hans found evil: the way that they ignored him, mistreated him and pretended that he wasn't there at all. Being cast aside to be the unlucky, unloved thirteenth prince was evil. This new Hans, who decided that the throne was more important than anything else… This Hans was evil.

He brought the sword down in his still gloved hand, ready to hit Elsa's back and initially kill her, become king and rule over Arendelle without his brothers to stand in the way. Only he didn't. In a flash, Anna was in front of him with her hair now fully white bringing her hand up to stop Hans from killing Elsa. Before he even hit her, she froze over turning into a blue ice sculpture right before Hans's eyes. The sword hit Anna's finger and Hans was thrown backwards onto the Fjord floor and into darkness.