Warning: quite some voilence and other mature content. Just a warning in case.

He saw Oaken reach to him to take it out once more when a sudden weight appeared behind him, clawing at his shoulders and neck. With a growl, Oaken took the wolf, that Hans presumed to be the princess, from his body and threw it against the wall, landing with a sickening sound on the ground. A crack and whine followed, and Hans would have winced if he didn't feel so cold - a rib must be broken from her.

Whining from the pain, but also to comfort her friend, Anna attempted to get closer to the prince to receive both their final blow.

Suddenly Ice spikes rose up from the ground, piercing through Oaken like a needle through clothing. Werewolf or not, the man was dead immediately with 24 well calculated spikes fixated on his most vital organs, with blood splattered all over the cabin.

Elsa lowered her shaking hand - her magic had reacted purely on her anger and fear to see both her sister and Hans being hurt by this.. this beast. She had simply wanted the man to stop, in what way didn't matter.. but her vengeful thought had created quite the horrible view nonetheless. A groan from closeby made the queen snap her attention to the pale looking prince.

"Hans.. Hans, stay with me!" pleaded Elsa as she tried to stop the bleeding as best as she could. But it was no use – his face became paler by the second, and his breathing became more shallow by each take. Elsa saw the knife and tried to pull it out, only for the prince to scream in agony. "Anna.." Elsa turned her head towards the now fully transformed wolf, who had already healed from her wounds earlier. If those regenerative powers could work so rapidly...

No. you don't know what you ask of me. Spoke Anna through the mental link. She couldn't just do that to anyone – the closer the bond she had to a person, the easier it was. Since Elsa was always distant towards her (the reason now greatly explained by the ice powers she so suddenly had displayed to save both her and Hans's lives), the connection with Hans was far more easier to make..

"He'll die if you don't bite him!"

You condemn him to be a monster without having his blessing!

"I can't… I can't let him die. I just can't. If he hates me, if you hate me for making him that way.. I'll accept it." Whispered Elsa as she looked to the barely breathing prince in her lap. Please…

The wolf trembled – not out of fear but because of the huge dilemma she was faced with. She loved Hans as a sister would a brother and she would have done anything just like Elsa.. If only she didn't know what would happen. How she would condemn him to the excruciating pain and neverending hunger that came every month. A low growl, that could be interpreted as a sigh escaped from her mouth as she reached her decision. Fine. Answered her pained, broken answer full of guilt. Fine, I'll do it.

Anna slowly walked up to him, searching for the right angle a while before piercing her teeth through the man's flesh. Hans didn't even flinch.

"Did it work?" asked Elsa worried for the lack of response from Hans when Anna released her teeth from him.

It will take a few hours. And I don't hate you for asking this of me, I don't want him to die either… Its just.. I don't want anyone to suffer this curse. The wolf's head shifted away from her sister so she wouldn't see her tears.

"I'm sorry I had to ask this of you." whispered Elsa as she caressed the furr upon her sister's head.

Before Anna could answer through the mental link a groan echoed. The knife… Anna saw the healing process do its work, but the weapon that had been embedded so deeply within him would slow it down so greatly it could still cost Hans his life. It needs to be removed, quickly!

Elsa grimaced as she began to take it out, hearing the sickening sounds of pulling it out of the prince's stomach. Again, all the way through the prince was as silent as a grave. Yet the moment it was out of the prince's system, frightening yellow eyes snapped open as he took her hand with blinding speed. Elsa couldn't help it and let the knife clatter on the ground while trying to back away from him. "Hans…" His eyes stood big and unfocused, gaining slightly more clarity as he recognized her and released his grip on her. His breathing was much stronger than before, although he soon began to hypervilate, his voice coming out in ragged gasps.

The change is getting to him. You must go. Spoke Anna concerned to her sister when she saw his tensed body and face contort in pain. He'll be healing fast now. Anna nudged with her nose, ushering the queen to go to Oaken's chambers to get some rest and to be out of the bloodbath. Go! Get some rest! Growled the younger sister when she saw her hesitate. When she was finally gone, the sister laid herself next to the healing prince. He would be confused and scared when he woke up from his change and he would need someone to calm him. That's why she didn't change back to her human form just yet.

Anna watched as his wounds began to heal and she heard his breathing increase in pain from the suddenness and rapid pace of it all. She remembered her own wounds, how it burned like hell fire during the change and she winced at the multiplication that Hans had to endure. Her had been merely a scratch on the arm and face when she turned, nothing too deep.. him however… the wolf came closer and licked his hand to let him know he wasn't alone in his pain, that she understood him. After minutes turned into hours, Anna's ears picked up his change in breathing and sat upright to look at the prince.

Anna? Asked Hans when he saw the wolf in front of him. He knew her to be what she was inside the wolf, a familiar flicker of her human part shining through.

Hi. How do you feel?

Hans swallowed at her question. Good. Bad. Something in the middle. He honestly didn't know how he should feel. Everything was so… overwhelming. The smell, his hearing, his sight… He nearly wished to go back into that raging fire, cause at least that hadn't been so consuming. Dunno, he said at last, to say something to her in politeness while his mind tried to piece everything together.

It will get better once this month is over.

Month?!

First month of the change is often… well, very great. It takes time for your body and mind to adjust to your.. uhm… primal instincts.

Hope so. Hans sighed and when he inhaled he could taste the scent of wood, bread but mostly the copper scent of blood. The man moaned when his senses took notice of the red colored liquid and he shut his eyes, trying to resist the pull.

It didn't work, sadly enough and the prince took blindly and without even caring Oaken's corpse and drank from it. When he had drunk it all, he let it slump to the ground. He should feel bad about this right? He should feel repulsed by this, right? And yet.. all he cared for was to be satisfied with his hunger. He saw the blood on his fingers and he licked them off as well, like a dog licking his favorite toy. The blood was old off course and not as nutricious as he heard beating close to him… With a snap the prince turned his attention from licking his fingers to the horrified queen in front of him.

"Elsa…"

He stood up with wobbling feet, taking her face in with his new eyes. A growl and snap from Anna however prevented the prince from reaching her, afraid that he might lose control of his bloodthirst and hurt her sister.

Elsa, please. Get out of here.

Utter frustration and anger welled up inside the prince when he saw Anna block his way. "She stays with me!" Hans blinked surprised at hearing his own voice – it had gained an edge to it and become more deeper. Not to mention that his protectiveness towards the queen was something the prince wasn't used to either in such ferocity. It seemed his surprise might have actually calmed him down if Anna hadn't stayed put. "I said, get out of my way, you-" A cold hand on his chest stopped the prince from attacking the wolf in front of him, turning his attention back to Elsa.

"Anna, perhaps its better if you leave…" proposed Elsa as both of them tensed up for an attack when Hans curled his hand around her waist.

Elsa, he's dangerous right now.

"He won't hurt me… I fear he might be more a danger to you than to me. It seems he's… protective of me.

And I'm not?! Barked Anna as she stepped forward, causing Hans to take a step forward too.

"Anna.. please. Just one minute." Pleaded Elsa as she tried to stop the two from ripping eachother to pieces.

One. Gave Anna in as she glanced to Hans. Not a second longer.

Elsa felt Hans relax when Anna went outside and she looked up to his green-yellow eyes.

Anna was the only dominant female wolf in this area, asserting her natural authority towards those she considered her family. With Oaken gone, he was now the sole male one, also asserting his authority. Two dominant wolves never bode well with each other, even when they had a strong sibling-like bond. They saw each other as a threat. Well, mostly HE saw her as a threat. Anna seemed to have already established a better separation between her wolf and human instincts, but her experience with Oaken caused her to take a more careful and controlling approach to new male wolves. "I wish I could say sorry for the horrific act you saw and the behaviour towards your sister, but… For some reason I don't want to do that." Murmured Hans as he nuzzled his face closer to hers, nipping his lips on her skin. Elsa on the other hand, wasn't as.. overbearing as Anna, but also not too weak for his newly-established view.

The perfect mate…

"Anna warned me that.. it would cause changes to happen in behaviour, especially in the first month. I know you can't apologize but.. at least let me."

"For?"

"I ordered her to bestow this.. curse upon you. Every once in a month, you'll change into a monster because of my selfish decision to see you alive."

"Curse? I don't see this as a curse. Anna perhaps." Wrinkled the prince his nose at him mentioning the princess. A growl escaped his lips as he saw her peak through the door window, controlling if everything was okay. Back off. If it weren't for Oaken forcing her to murder those people, using her hunger against herself, she would perhaps already controlled herself and solidly eaten animals. It was possible to teach restraint to oneself… They could both learn to control it and aid each other. Hans opened the link a little bit more, letting her search his feelings so she could search for the non-existing hunger. Well, okay, he WAS still hungry, but not so craven as to rip Elsa's throat out, yet not so small it was not in the back of his mind as he heard her heartbeat. It was hard, but he had to start somewhere to get his hunger in control.

"You don't see it as a curse then?"

The prince blinked, his mind focused once more upon the queen in his arms. He found it went better and better to use his overwhelmed senses, focusing and sometimes blocking some of them out to experiment with. "No. Your sister gave me the gift of life. YOU ordered this gift upon me." Smiled the prince as he breathed Elsa's scent in, sniffling her hair and feeling her cold skin under his. "If that means I have to turn once a month I'll gladly endure it and honour your selfish desires…" Hans' eyes became completely yellow now, hungry for something else. He'd felt her shudder against him, not because she was scared but because she was.. excited. He felt himself automatically go for her neck, going lower, but constrained himself. Just because she was excited, didn't mean she had given her consent. "Whatever they are."

Elsa blushed when she saw his face. He had never looked at her that way and honestly she thought he wasn't even that into her. "Whatever they are?" She traced with her hand across his healed chest, going further up his neck.

"hm-hm." purred Hans, his yellow eyes diminishing in color for a second as his more rational side broke through. "That is if you wish."

"Do you see me complaining?"

Hans grinned fully then, showing his sharp teeth to her, before kissing her on the mouth.

The queen relaxed in his arms as they kissed on and she could feel herself fall into the hay with him on top. It takes a monster to defeat one, thought Elsa as the hay began to tickle more and more on their bodies as more skin got revealed.

She had always been scared of her own personal monsters. To rule, to make decisions, to simply go and tell Hans what she felt instead of waiting for the permission of her council. Monsters didn't need any rules, didn't need people to tell them what to do. If she had done everything by the rules like her council said, both Hans and Anna would be dead now. But monsters were also very alone… All three of them had killed, had tasted what it was like, and had become selfish – in a completely other way than Oaken ever was, who had murdered for pleasure and not out of defending his loved ones. They monsters could be alone together, in their little gruesome secrets. Elsa's eyes flickered open when Hans suddenly stopped kissing her and she saw the same fear that was once in her eyes. "Don't be afraid."

"Elsa-" His sentence and restraint was smothered when Elsa closed the gap between them once more and for the rest of the night they only felt shared pleasure. Perhaps, she was wrong in her chosing of words, the queen said to herself as she and Hans lay tangled together in the afternath with the hay in their hairs. Perhaps it took a monster, to love one.

Ok. Why on earth aren't there any Werewolf!Hans fics? I'll kiss anyone's feet who writes it! C'mn. Admit it that Hans as a werewolf is just sexy. XD