A.N. I'm just kind of wandering in this fiction now. We'll see how it goes. I got enough people who want to see Hans confronted, so I figure, why not?

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Hans lay awake. Again.

After the supreme orgy that had been his life for the last (almost) year, his current life was quiet enough. He kept Anna in his private stable. She suffered pretty badly since she was being treated like an animal, but there were signs she was being helped. Again.

Kristoff.

Hans sighed. What to do? What to do? In the past, he would have simply tortured the person to death. In this regard he was clearly sexist. A woman he would capture, break, and convert into something he could stand. But a man he would kill. Generally.

Hans sighed, rolling over. He had no regrets. At least, nothing he really could put into words. Did he regret taking over the kingdom? Not really. Did he regret his actions towards the girls?

...almost. Honestly, he enjoyed power much more than pain. Anna and Elsa needed to be controlled; the former so he could rule Arrendelle without such a temperamental queen, and the latter so that the world would not be frozen over again. But over time, he had become so deeply involved in torturing the two that it became almost like an addiction. And that was almost a bad a weakness as love or mercy.

An addiction controlled. Hans had committed the atrocities he had committed to control, not so that he would be controlled. And right now, he wanted to feed the addiction. Go downstairs, take the whip, and teach Anna to fear him even more before-

No. He could go there.

If he started thinking about it, he would never stop. And then he'd never get to sleep without following through on his fantasies. Not that he was making progress.

Hans rolled over, and stayed awake.

Anna was, for the time being, out of reach. Their last session together had driven even someone as hardened as her to tears. Physically, it would take her a couple of days to be able to withstand another torture session. And Hans, being logical, therefore denied himself the usual activity of hurting her.

...

Hans got out of bed. This was maddening. That first day in Arrendelle, he'd gotten drunk on the power. Not just the beautiful women the country had, but the power of the monarchy. Lately, though, that power had slipped a bit. The high was wearing off, and, though he was usually a good leader, he currently had problems.

Firstly, he wanted Elsa back in his dungeon. It was a stupid thing to want. He'd already broken her, reshaped her, and married her off, but she was one of his favorite victims. Without her around people felt free to criticize him, even when the decision he made was the right one.

Secondly, he couldn't sleep. His mind was exhausted, and nothing he did could shut it off. Partially due to the lifestyle he lived, but it was also due to something else. Or, rather, someone.

Rapunzel.

...he missed her. How was this possible? How had the master manipulator, one who had fooled her into thinking she deserved what happened to her, fallen in love?

How did such a creature like him even feel love?

Really, it made no sense. From the time he was a little child, one thing had been pounded into his head; power. Power mattered more than anything. And now that he had more power than he had ever expected, he found himself desiring to turn his back on it all and go find her.

Hans was certainly surprised to find real tears dripping down his face.

"No..."

How was he still human? Flawed? He had everything! Everything!

The king now realized something he hadn't before. His brothers, the ones who had taught him how to be cruel, he never saw them like this, not exactly. But he could feel it now; extreme hollowness. Like all the life he had was slowly being sucked out of him. There was nothing left of the frozen-hearted prince.

Hans stared out the window, contemplating throwing himself from it. Why not? Why not end his existence? Then a blade pressed to his throat.

He laughed, "I knew I'd have to deal with you sooner or later."

Kristoff was not laughing, "...how can you... laugh... after everything you've done?!"

Hans frowned, "...not sure, actually. But why shouldn't I laugh?"

The ice-man swallowed hard, "Elsa is free from you. Rapunzel is free from you. Where's Anna?!"

Hans' head tilted to the side, "You realize if you kill me that the precious princess will go into the custody of my loving brothers, yes?"

Kristoff punched Hans, hard.

"Where is she?!"

Hans got up, laughing, "Oooooh! It feels goooooood."

"What?!"

"Feeling," The king explained.

"Oh, all that sex got you bored?" Kristoff wiped away his hot tears. He truly loved Anna. She was more than just a girl- she was his girl, no matter who or what had happened to her.

Hans shrugged, "Yeah, I guess."

Kristoff punched him again. Hans laughed again.

Sighing, the psychopath rose to his feet, "Okay, what do you want?"

"Revenge," Snarled the blond. He got another chuckle for his efforts.

"Good, but then what?" Seeing the confused look on his guest's face, Hans continued, "Let's say you kill me-"

"Slowly!" Vowed Kristoff. Hans shrugged, allowing it.

"Then I'll be dead."

"Yes, and the girls will be free!" He proclaimed.

The Westerguard shook his head, "No... you can ask any of them. They'll never be free. No matter how far they run, now matter what they do, in the dark of night, when no one else is around, they'll be down there," He pointed towards the basement, "With me. Screaming."

Kristoff's shoulders sunk, not even bothering to punch his foe again.

"So I ask again; what do you want?"

"Anna..." The blond whispered. Hans' eyebrows rose. Impossible.

"She's broken. And remolded into an animal."

Kristoff looked at his ruler, for the first time with an epiphany, "...I prefer animals to people. Let me visit her as often as I desire, and I won't interfere with you."

"Ever?"

"Ever."

Hans thought for a moment. In the past, the people hated the princesses due to the winter. Now though, they may just care enough to listen to this mountain man.

"One night," Agreed Hans.

"A week."

"A month," the bargain was struck. Hans and Kristoff both lived through the night.

The king was unsure why he had struck such a bargain. He didn't gain too much. Well, at least he was too apathetic to care about any of it. But he knew why he had done it.

Hans followed Kristoff to the stable, pretending he wasn't doing what he was doing. There, he spied on Kristoff, as he gently awoke his love. She gave a whine at first afraid, then ashamed. Soft words came from his mouth. She quieted and fiercely hugged him.

Tears streamed from Hans eyes as the two lay together.

Unfortunately, Anna was in no shape for intercourse. And Kristoff was not the pressuring type. But the two had each other. Hans was alone.

Crossbow and Thug were in Weaselton (no doubt suffering the queen's unholy wrath) and the rest of the Westerguard clan had not even made the trip to see him. Rapunzel was gone.

Hans was alone.

In a way, death would have been easier. Easier to die in a pool of blood than to watch everyone else around you be happy. And Anna was happy.

She was naked, and tethered like an animal, but when Kristoff told his stories, she was a thousand miles away. She would be back. Elsa too. They were stuck with Hans, living in the nightmare he had inflicted on their lives. But there was one more person stuck in that basement. The last person that any of them had believed would suffer from the atrocities committed.

Hans himself.

He lost a part of himself down there. Oh, sure, it was one thing to be taught cruelty, or even to enjoy it. But after such a steady diet of hate... there was no one left to hate anymore. Except him.

The only way he could feel anymore was through this Kristoff guy...? Then it was a good thing he'd come by once a month.