Her lips tasted even better than he thought they would! Sweet like melted butter, yet salty and addictive. Hans sat up, tangling his hands in her white hair and kissing her hard. She sat in his lap, rocking a slow and steady rhythm with her hips, like the ebb and flow of the tide.

Hans was snapped back to reality when she bit his lower lip and it felt like a prick. "Ow!" He pulled away and touched his lip. Sure enough, it was bleeding.

"Something wrong, baby?" she asked, giving him a full smile. Behind those voluptuous red lips were rows of sharp white teeth, like a shark. Before he could scream, she kissed him again, pushing him back down.

Hans couldn't tell if it had just been his imagination. It was dark without the moon's guiding light. He could feel the tide coming in, lapping against his legs. All he knew for sure was that she was irresistible!

As the waves came in higher and higher, it began to rock the mermaid atop him in a passionate rhythm. Hans couldn't get enough of her, pulling her closer as they sunk into the sand. He didn't care that his pants were soaked with seawater.

She kissed down the other side of his neck as the waves crept up to his waist. Hans let her have her way with him. He was a slave to her beguiling ways. She bit his neck, pricking it, but this time it felt more pleasurable than painful. He moaned, clawing her back.

The waves splashed his face, water going into his mouth and nose. Hans didn't mind, grabbing her by the shoulders to keep her in place. The wildness of her and the churning sea sent his head spinning.

"Hans!"

The scream pierced his brain, but it was washed away with the next wave. All that existed was him and the girl on top of him.

Until she was ripped off by her hair. She shrieked in pain, and Hans sat up. He blinked a few times in an effort to dispel the trance he was under. The mermaid was tossed to the side, her hair a frozen, matted mess. As he watched her body fall, an icy slap stung his cheek, which cleared the last of the fog. Standing above Hans was a very angry Elsa.

"What happened? Where were you?"

"Funny. I could ask you the same," she said, glaring at him, then her fishy doppelganger.

Hagen came over, touching Elsa's shoulder. "Don't blame him for her seductive powers. Be glad he's alive."

Hans realized he was being bombarded by the tide coming in. He stood up, soaked and covered in sand. He backed away from the water's edge. He noticed blood running down his chest from the wound on his neck.

"What are you doing here?" a familiar voice snapped. They all turned away from the water to see Nikolai, Henrik and Jakob slide down the dunes toward them. "You're ruining everything!" Nikolai screamed.

"What is going on?" Hagen demanded.

"I'm protecting our family," Nik replied. "Why did you save them?"

"Hans is our brother," Hagen said.

"Everything was going perfectly," Jakob whined.

"What did you do?" Hagen asked.

Henrik stepped forward. "With a little help from Mila and Vernon, we wrote two letters to Hans and Elsa, luring them to opposite ends of the kingdom. Guards were supposed to capture Elsa while the mermaid dealt with Hans. It almost worked."

"Looks like I dealt with my attackers far better," Elsa snapped. Hans looked sheepish.

"What is all this about?" Queen Freyja asked as she approached. "Who ordered a search party at this late hour?" She rubbed her eye, fighting against her grogginess.

"I gave the order," Hagen replied.

Jakob clung to Freyja's arm. "We almost got rid of the traitors."

She looked up at Elsa and Hans. "What do you two have to say for yourselves?"

"We're not traitors!" they shouted.

"Then why was I informed that two of my guards were nailed to the ground at the docks with suspicious ice spikes?"

It was Elsa's turn to look guilty. "I was ambushed, Your Grace. Your own sons orchestrated the attack."

Freyja advanced on the Snow Queen. "Listen to me, you Northern hussy. You are no longer welcome in the Southern Isles. I suggest you pack your bags and board the next outbound ship. If I see your face again, I will have you arrested."

"With all due respect, it was in self-" Elsa began.

Freyja slapped her hard. Everyone gasped. Elsa straightened, her eyes glassy. Freyja glowered at her. "Go home, little girl."

Finally understanding that arguing would be futile, Elsa simply turned and walked away. Freyja stood her ground, surveying her sons. "Tomorrow, we shall decide once and for all if you two are indeed traitors."

"But the wedding!" Hagen protested.

Before Freyja could respond, she was drug under the waves. Out in the open water, her head popped up next to the mermaid's. "She's a feisty one! You did promise me dinner."

"Not her!" Jakob yelled. "Give her back!"

Freyja struggled against the mermaid, but it was useless. The sea creature held her by her neck and hair. Drowning the Queen would be all too easy. "You want her? Come get her."

Hans looked at the water around them, swirling and glowing. She had back up. Part of him wanted to abandon Freyja for being so cruel to him. Good riddance! But she was still his mother. She didn't deserve to be fish food.

Hans looked at Elsa, who nodded. She created a sheet of ice to skate to them. Hans created a path with his fire. A couple mermaids swam away immediately, caught off guard by their powers. The others were undaunted.

Elsa kept herself afloat by hopping from one sheet of ice to another, shooting the mermaids with icicles. Hans used his fire to drop to the sea floor, then blast them from beneath. More shrieked and darted off.

Three more mermaids left. The one holding Freyja, and one each to face off against Hans and Elsa.

Hans took the brunette, who tried too sing to him. He karate chopped her in the throat with a glowing orange hand. She grabbed at her neck, making horrible choking sounds. While she was incapacitated, he grabbed her by the tail, spun and threw her. Her green tail was scorched where he had touched her, and she flailed back to their hideout at the Mysterious Lagoon.

A redheaded mermaid grabbed Elsa's ankle, toppling her over. When she looked at her attacker, she gasped. The mermaid looked remarkably like Anna. Fishy Anna smirked and used Elsa's shock to her advantage, pulling her into the water.

"No!" Hans shouted, throwing a fireball their way. A direct hit to the mermaid's arm. She let go of Elsa and clutched her injured arm. Elsa kicked her in the chest with some ice magic behind it. She cried out in pain, crumpling in on herself. Hans threw another fireball at her, but it missed as she hurried home.

Elsa righted herself on her ice, and she and Hans turned to the last mermaid. She still held Freyja, who was desperately trying to keep her head above water.

"Give her back!" Hans demanded.

"What do you want with her?" she asked, curling her lip in disgust, revealing those razor sharp teeth. She looked at Freyja's face, wrinkled with age and fear. "She'll die soon anyway."

"Just do it! Release her."

"I don't think so," she said, glaring at the rest of Hans' family on the shore. "I was promised a meal. If you want her alive, you'll have to take her place." Her face softened. "Come with me, baby." Keeping one hand firmly in Freyja's hair, she stretched out the other to him.

Hans felt his desire to go to her, but managed to stand firm in his circle of sand, protected by walls of flame. He debated her words.

"Hans, don't do it!" Elsa yelled, trying to stay steady as the waves rocked her sheet of ice.

Hans gave her a long look, pleading with his eyes. Trust me. He looked back at the mesmerizing mermaid. "I'll go with you, but only if you let her go alive."

"Done," she said with a wicked smile, showing off her pointed teeth. "I promise you'll enjoy it." She winked.

Hans felt a tug within him. She had bewitched him so fast on the beach, he hadn't been able to resist. He would not make the same mistake again.

When he hesitated, she added, "Did you think I would chance going home empty handed? Quit the pyrotechnics and get over here."

Hans let the fire die and swam over to them. Elsa watched on in horror. An arm's length away, Hans instructed his mother to swim to safety. Queen Freyja didn't even spare a backwards glance as she swam to her family.

The mermaid snatched Hans' arm, but he didn't resist. She grabbed him by the hair and licked his neck. "I knew you wanted me," she said, glancing at a distraught Elsa and smirking in victory.

Hans stayed calm in the mermaid's grip. Turning to Elsa, he blinked deliberately, praying she understood.

It clicked, but she hesitated, afraid to hit him. If she could withstand his magic, why couldn't he take a blast from her? She held her breath and froze the water around them just as the mermaid tried to dart away with him. The block of ice held her still, bobbing with the waves.

"What did you do? You little witch," she snarled. Her only relief was that Hans was still stuck with her.

At least until he let the inferno lose. The ice around him melted. He launched himself away from the mermaid so Elsa could refreeze and restrain her. The mermaid struggled and shouted, helpless against Elsa's magic.

Hans swam to Elsa, the one he truly loved. He kissed her, and she wrapped her arms around him. "You were amazing," he said.

"You seemed very in control."

Hans smiled, placing a warm hand on her cheek. "You're the only one for me." He kissed her deeply. When he pulled away, Hans looked back at the mermaid popsicle. "Now...it's time for me to get a tear."