Asking Permission
Hans had made a huge decision the other day, and he was quite nervous to carry out his plan. Needless to say, he was ready and it was time. So walking through the hallways he began his search for 2 very important people. He decided to begin with Anna, as she would have the most important opinion. Walking towards the dining hall where Anna had been spending a lot of time in recent days, her pregnancy giving her a large appetite. However, when he arrived she was no where to be found. As he walked out though, he ran into Kristoff. Not expecting the man, Hans jumped a little when he saw him.
"Hey Hans! Why are you so jumpy?" Kristoff greeted. Hans' mind, normally so good with words, was left blank, all ideas of what to say flew out of his head. "Are you okay?" Kristoff asked, concerned. Hans nodded, "Yeah, I guess… I'm just a bit nervous…" he said, not used to admitting his feelings. Kristoff was taken a little by surprise, not used to hearing Hans express his feelings. Noticing a bench nearby he motioned to Hans to sit down. "About?" he asked. As Hans sat he looked around the hall, making sure Elsa wasn't in sight. He then reached into his pocket, and pulled out a velvet box. Opening it he showed it to Kristoff eliciting a blush, a scratch of the head, and a nervous chuckle from Kristoff. Hans looked up at the man. "I want to propose to Elsa, but I want to ask everyone's permission first. I'm nervous to ask Anna."
Kristoff nodded and smiled at Hans. «Hans, you've changed since all that happened. I think Anna sees that. So I think she'll say yes." Kristoff said. "Just don't ask her when she first wakes up, or when she is eating, she is weirdly hormonal or something then!" Kristoff laughed. Hans nodded, and looked at his hopefully future brother in law. "Do you give me permission, I care about what everyone thinks." Hans said, hope shining in his eyes. Kristoff looked at Hans and began to stutter, not expecting Hans to also consult him. "Uh, uh, well, guess I, I think…" pausing for a minute to compose himself and his thoughts he smiled at Hans and nodded. "Yes, I think it would be wonderful for you two to marry." He said, patting Hans on the back. "Best of luck!" he said, as he walked away.
Hans smiled, a little more confident and continued on his hunt for Anna. Eventually, he found her, in the portrait gallery. She was sitting, heavily pregnant on a bench, chatting with the Jean d'Arc painting. When she noticed Hans she quickly stopped talking and tried to stand. "No, no, no!" Hans yelled. "Don't get up! Please." He said, smiling at Anna. As he walked in he couldn't help but stare at Anna. It had been a few weeks since he had seen her and her belly seemed to have expanded dramatically. Anna just laughed, "I know, I know! I'm huge." She said, still smiling at Hans. "Come and sit!" she said, patting the chair beside her. "Oh, um, ok." Hans said, feeling a little awkward.
Once he had seated himself, he looked at Anna for a second. "Anna, I didn't come here just to talk…" he said. Suddenly Anna was worried, worried that somehow, they had made a huge mistake, that Hans hadn't changed, that he was actually here to kill her and Elsa. Staring wide eyed at Hans she waited for him to finish. "I have a question for you. I just talked to Kristoff about it, and he liked the idea… but I need you're thought too." He said, staring at Anna. "Well… what is it?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
Hans gulped, "I would like to ask your blessing…" he paused, watching Anna's face. He was all of the sudden aware of he sweaty palms, the beating of his heart, the fact that his stomach was nauseated, but he pushed through. "… for me to propose to your sister." He finished, his eyes never leaving Anna's face. Anna stared at Hans for a moment, before smiling. If it weren't for the baby, she would have jumped up and hugged Hans. "Well, what took you so long!?" she exclaimed. "Wha- what!" Hans exclaimed, shocked. "Come here," Anna said, opening her arms. As she and Hans hugged she egan to explain. "Your love was so obvious from almost the very beginning, like, the second time, not the first time. I kept waiting, but it took you forever!" she explained.
"So… do you have a ring?" she asked. Hans nodded, and pulled it out of his pocket. Anna squealed when she saw it. "It's beautiful!" she exclaimed, admiring the shiny silver band, a crystal-clear ice blue diamond sat on the top, set in an icy crystal moissanite. As the two sat and chatted, Hans felt at peace. That is, until Anna asked him how he was going to propose, that is when he began to panic again. There were so many options, but which would be the right one?