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* Warning *: If you have an intense aversion to profanity, you might want to skip out on this chapter since Hans will be throwing around some "colorful vocabulary".
Hans had no idea where he was going.
"Screw Arendelle, and its freaking winter in the middle of summer," he grumbled to himself.
Suddenly, a wall of ice appeared in front of Hans. It stood twice as tall as him and stretched about a mile long.
He hissed out a curse and formed a wide, scathing grin on his face before turning to face Elsa. "Well, you left your lover for me? I'm flattered."
With a flash of her hand, Elsa sent an icicle towards Hans, barely missing his shoulder and sticking itself into the wall behind him.
He gave a brusque laugh and strode forward. "Is the Snow Queen losing her touch?"
Elsa glared back at him in response. "Don't worry, the next one will hit its mark."
Hans moved closer until he was only a few feet away from her. "Are you going to kill me? Pierce my heart with an ice spike? Leave me trapped somewhere to slowly die?" he asked with a smirk.
Elsa regarded him with a wary glance. The stress had finally gotten to Hans, and he was falling apart at the seams. "Why? Why did you do this? What did my family ever do to you?" she quietly asked.
"Well of course you wouldn't understand, you had a perfect life," he snidely replied.
Elsa quickly slapped him across the face, fighting back the tears that had sprung to her eyes. "Don't you dare talk to me about perfect lives," she hissed back.
Hans raised a hand to where Elsa had struck him. "Ouch. Looks like the Queen suddenly grew a pair, hmm?"
"You're disgusting."
"And you're as pure as freshly fallen snow." With a wide, vicious grin, Hans moved his hand away from his face to gently grab Elsa by the chin. What he didn't expect though, was for her to manage to escape his grasp and freeze his hand.
Hans screamed, the noise high-pitched and grating, as he stared down at his hand in horror. "You bitch! Shit!"
Elsa watched him calmly, showing no emotion. "That's your final warning."
"Warning? I'm gonna lose this fucking hand because of you, you witch!"
Elsa's hands gave a small twitch at the insult, but she quickly composed herself. "I can thaw it, but only if you cooperate."
Hans looked up to see her sapphire-blue eyes patiently watching him. "You want to know?! Huh?!" he yelled.
He dropped his sword to the ground, much to Elsa's surprise. "Try living with twelve older brothers who don't give a single shit about you. Try living without a mother because, guess what? She died giving birth to you. The one person who would have cared for you, and you killed her! Try living with a father who ignores you, who talks to everyone else except you! Because he can't look at you; you remind him too much of her! You want to know why I did this?! For him! For my father! To get some sort of attention!" Here, Hans gave a chilling laugh. "I even poisoned the man, and he still doesn't know that it was me! How far does a man have to go to get some fucking recognition?!"
Elsa stared at him, eyes wide in shock. "Hans. . . I'm sorry."
He gave her a savage grin, eyes manic and bright. "I don't want your damn pity." He turned away from her.
Elsa took a tentative step forward and placed a trembling hand on his shoulder. "Hans, you didn't have to be like this. Things didn't have to go this way."
His shoulders started to shake, she thought from crying. She was about to come closer when Hans spun around and pushed her to the floor.
As Elsa struggled to get up despite the pounding in her head, Hans pushed her back down, pinning her to the icy ground.
He pulled a small knife out, too fast for Elsa to see where he had hidden it. He pressed it to her neck and gazed down at her in awe, but not like Kristoff once had. Where Kristoff's gazes were sweet and warm, Hans' were wild and full of longing. Elsa's hands shook and her breathing started to speed up to an erratic pace.
"Shh," he murmured. "You're right. I don't have to be. But it's too late, and isn't it more fun like this?" He chuckled, the sound low and throaty.
Elsa started to squirm, despite knowing that in one quick movement, it could all be over.
Hans leaned closer to her, until his face was only an inch away from hers. "Maybe if I bring your head back to Father, he'll notice me. 'You've slain the Snow Queen of Arendelle? I'm so proud of you, Hans.' And then he'll apologize for everything, and I'll be the favorite son," he breathed.
Elsa's discomfort only continued to grow as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. When his eyes flashed open, they were as clear and as bright as emeralds. "But then again, why kill something so agonizingly ravishing?"
He slowly leaned in closer, lips hovering just above hers when he was thrown back by a surge of energy.
Hans grunted as he slowly stood up and turned to face Elsa, wiping away a trail of blood that bled from the corner of his mouth. Elsa stood, palms up in a defensive stance, ready to attack if needed to.
He gave her a sly smile. "What? You don't want one of my kisses? Oh, I see, it's because of what I did to Kristoffer, isn't it?"
"Kristoff. Now, shut up," Elsa threatened in a low voice.
Hans gave an eerie laugh, one that edged on being a giggle, and looked at her with mirth in his eyes. "You won't do shit. You know why? Because you're too scared. If you weren't, you would have killed me by now."
"Shut up," Elsa repeated, more firmly this time.
"Or what? Hmm? You'll try and 'change me'?"
Elsa brought her hands up, freezing Hans' legs to the ground, encasing them in ice. The frost started to spread up his body, quickly covering most of his body.
Elsa walked up to him until she was only a foot away, regarding him with a solemn stare. "You'll never be able to hurt anyone ever again."
Hans grinned down at her. "Goodbye, fair snow maiden of Arendelle," he whispered before the ice covered his face.
He was now frozen in that state: standing stiffly, eyes maliciously watching Elsa.
She stepped closer and pressed a finger to his forehead. As soon as she did so, the form shattered into numerous shards of ice, clattering to the ground.
"Goodbye, Prince Hans," she whispered. With one last uneasy glance at the former prince, she turned back and ran over to where she had last seen Kristoff.
"Kristoff!"
He blearily opened his eyes to see her leaning over him, biting her lip in worry. "Hi. . ."
"Kristoff, you're bleeding a lot. I'm going to go get some people to help me move you."
"No, wait." Kristoff grabbed her hand before she could leave him again. "Wait, Elsa. . . don't leave."
She looked down at him, tears silently running down her face. "Kristoff, I'm not going to sit by and let you die."
"I'm not gonna die. Promise. . ."
Elsa reluctantly sat down next to him. Her eyes suddenly lit up with an idea. She threw an arm up above her, throwing a burst of energy into the air that then exploded into hundreds of snowflakes around them. "Now they'll be able to find us."
Kristoff stared up at the snowflakes falling from the clear sky. Wait, clear sky?
"Elsa. . . blizzard?"
She gently smiled down at him, although he could faintly read the immense pride in her radiant eyes. "I stopped it. I did it, Kristoff."
"How?"
"Love. Love was the answer all along. That's why the veil melted, and how Hans was able to get away."
"Where's Hans?" Kristoff weakly asked in concern.
Elsa glanced away for a moment before looking back at him, uncertainty clouding her expression. "I'll tell you later."
"But-"
"Shh. You need to rest. Please. You've already lost so much blood," she worriedly whispered.
"Elsa."
She looked up to see his gleaming eyes staring at her. "Don't worry about me. Just don't. . . go."
Elsa took his clammy hands and held them safely in her own. "Never," she fervently replied.
Kristoff gave her a tiny smile and sighed. "I love you."
"I love you too."
"Elsa!"
Elsa looked away to see Anna running across the ice, slipping here and there, with some guards following close behind. She turned back to Kristoff. "They're here. Everything's going to be fine."
"Okay. I trust you, milady. . ."
"Kristoff?" Elsa asked in alarm. He had never addressed her as such before.
"Hmm?"
"Are you feeling alright?"
"Of course, Your Majesty. Have I ever told you that your eyes are like magic?" he slowly replied.
Elsa gave a soft giggle, one that warmed his heart, even in his half-delirious state. "You're not going to remember any of this, are you?"
"Remember what?"
Anna and the guards finally reached them. Kristoff closed his eyes and listened to Elsa's soothing voice explaining the situation to them as he drifted off to sleep.
"Sleep now, my love."
And we never saw Hans again. Hope you guys are happy with this ending for him. :)
So, as much as it pains me to say it, we are nearing the end of this story. :( We have maybe 5 more chapters left. Would you guys like a sequel to this story? I'm not actually sure when i would start it, since I still have to deal with summer homework. The sequel would leave off with the end of this story, but have the evil version of Elsa as the new villain, searching to replace something she lost. Would you guys be interested in this?
Next chapter will be up on Thursday!