The guard violently sat him down, and the handcuffs clanged sharply against the metal chair in-between Hans's legs. He settled himself, but dared not look up at the visitor. Staring down at his legs, the disgusting, ugly orange of his jumpsuit seemed to burn into his eyes.

He heard her clear her throat and shift uncomfortably in her seat across the metal table. Clenching his jaw, he suppressed any feelings of anger, resentment, or guilt. He knew why she was here: to laugh at and mock him.

Finally prying his eyes off of his legs, he looked up at her and jeered, "Why are you here? To laugh at me? Well, here's your chance. Hurry and get it over with." He looked back down in shame. "And you probably already know that mother won't come to even visit me. She hasn't even tried to bail me out." He felt a tight, painful ball start to form in his throat, and he quickly looked down. It hurt. She'd left him here, and never even visited once yet, and Hans knew, deep down, that she was never going to.

"She's so, mean..." Hans choked out, surprised at himself, his lips quivering. He exhaled sharply. "You happy, seeing me like this?" Hans sneered again, peering up at Anna, who had a stern face, but there was something else there that he couldn't put his finger on.

"Yes," she replied coldly. "You deserve this." And Hans remained quiet, cringing through every word, waiting for this forced torment to be over. "You've caused me a lot of pain, both physical and mental. But..." she paused.

But?

"...it's not all your fault, Hans."

Surprised, Hans stared at her, but he quickly gathered himself and gave her a firm look, which faltered quickly because he didn't know what to say. Wringing her hands in her lap, Anna looked down to think about her next words. "When I lived with Kristoff, in the trailer home, he used to tell me about his brother and his mother. He...he used different names of course, but he'd tell me just how unfair the mother was," she looked up at him, "How unfair your mother was."

He stared at her in disbelief. What was this? What was she trying to do?

"You're probably right. From what I've gathered, your mother is probably not going to come back for you." She looked intently into his eyes, to make sure he was paying attention. "And I want you to know, that that's not your fault. It's not a reflection of you, but of her."

He quickly shot his head down, not understanding what was happening, his eyes darting back and forth on the ground, trying to understand. He felt his hands start to tremble, the ball in his throat growing more painful and larger, and he shakily tried to swallow it down. He sulked downwards further, gritting his teeth. "What are you even saying? Don't you hate me?!"

Anna spoke again, and this time Hans heard her voice start to grow emotional. "Yea, I hate you. I really, really hate you. But..." she paused, letting herself think for a moment. "But, I also forgive you."

He clenched his jaw tighter, the outlines of the objects below him blurring as his eyes began to water. He gripped his hands together, squeezing as tightly as he could, unable to bear the emotions that were overcoming him.

"Hans, when you were with Elsa, when you were wearing that blue uniform, and when you kissed her on the cheek, I-I was jealous. I was really, really jealous. And maybe, you were jealous of me too, in the beginning, when we first met. Y-you know..." Anna sniffed, apparent from her unsteady voice that she too, was tearing up. "If I had a wicked mother like you manipulating me like that, I might've gone and run you over too, if it were Elsa." She gave a small cough and chuckle, but Hans still couldn't look up. "So...don't be so hard on yourself because of what you did in the past. Maybe just learn from it."

He finally looked up, tears streaming down his face. "Why?! Why are you crying for me, forgiving me? What I did to you was fucking sick, and you're forgiving me? Why?! Are you nuts?" He needed to know, he didn't understand, and it was driving him mad. It didn't make any sense to him, why she was forgiving him.

She wiped away some tears from her face. "Because Hans..." she made eye contact and held it, "We're only on this earth for a small amount of time. All that we are and know, will come to an end someday. A-and, and thinking about everything that way...it makes a part of me care for you Hans." She sniffed, breathing in deeply. "Because it means our time together, even if I hate you right now, is fleeting. You'll be gone someday, and so will I, and so will Elsa, and Kristoff, and everyone we know. And I feel I should give you at least some kind of love, something that you seemed to have never received from Sylvia, no matter how hard you tried. Because, w-who knows...I don't know...I don't know how it might change you. It might not, and it probably won't, I'm probably just being optimistic. But, that's what I'm going to give you and leave you with. Forgiveness."

Sobs were helplessly heaving forth from Hans's throat. He was unable to do anything about his body right now, leaning forward, cheeks streaked with tears and wetness. He couldn't speak, he couldn't think, he was overwhelmed with emotions he had never, ever felt in his life. It was extremely unfamiliar, and almost painful to feel, but it was something his body had needed and craved, it was something he had worked to get for his whole life but never received, until now, just purely and unconditionally.

Anna took a shaky deep breath in to collect herself. "I don't know if Kristoff is going to visit you here. But if he does..." A pause, a sniff, the sound of her shifting in her chair. "T-tell him, that...I forgive him too." A sharp sigh escaped from her throat. "Tell him, that...I miss him. He's my brother too."

"Time's up," the guard grumbled, and he raised a limp and weak Hans from the chair. "Wait," he squeezed out, and he turned back and looked at Anna with a newfound focus. "I'll tell him. I promise."And with that, he was forcefully pulled away, back to his small cell, where he wept.