A/N: Sorry for that cliffhanger last week! #sorrynotsorry XD I had an evil moment bwahahahahaaaaa! Anyways, what you've all been waiting for... Did the mermaid tears work?

Hans' face fell when he opened his eyes and discovered a flame hovering above his hand. He balled his hand into a fist to put it out, his veins glowing orange with fury. "Those stupid tears did nothing. It was a waste of time." He walked away, his eyes stinging from the threat of tears.

Elsa wrapped her arms around him from behind. "It wasn't a total waste."

"Yes, it was. They're probably not even magic," he muttered.

"Hans," she chided, turning him around. "The tears worked for Jakob."

"Then why aren't they working for me?" he yelled. He desperately wanted to hit something. "I put you and my entire family in danger. And for what? Three drops of bullshit."

"Obviously, your fire powers are a part of you, whether you like it or not. You can finally control it, so what's the difference? It was all worth it in the end because saving your mother got us our pardon. You fixed your family. You're free to go wherever your heart takes you."

"Arendelle, with you," he said, snaking is arms around her waist. "And I wouldn't be too sure about fixing things."

"You got her to vote innocent. Try talking to her and you might be surprised." Elsa hung her head. "I'd give anything to be able to talk to my mother one last time."

Hans cupped her chin and kissed her forehead. "Fine. Get dressed – and don't forget to wear that necklace!"

"I won't," she replied, smirking as she closed the door. Hans swallowed hard. He couldn't wait to see what she had in store for him.

In his room, Hans straightened his white jacket. He hadn't been sure what shade Elsa would choose to match the opals, so he instead matched the ring from the market. He slipped it on over his white gloves and compared it to his emerald vest and trousers. He adjusted the collar of his white shirt and patted down his golden ascot. His attire was pristine as he fidgeted with the ring. As excited as he was for Hagen and Fiona, he was nervous to see the rest of his family.

It was almost time for the ceremony, so he went to grab Elsa from her room. He knocked and ran his gloved hand through his dark red hair. When she opened the door, his jaw dropped to the floor.

Elsa had on a strapless periwinkle dress, simple and elegant, flowing to the floor with matching opera gloves. The lattice of sparkling jewels sprawled across he chest and shoulders. Her platinum hair was held in a loose bun with a white gold comb, a few curls hanging freely, framing her doll-like face. She smiled, her lips now a soft muted pink.

"Wow," was all he could say.

"Do you like it?" she asked, spinning. The material flowed beautifully, seeming to shimmer slightly. Hans noticed that the back of the dress plunged halfway down her back.

"You're breath taking," he answered, transfixed by her.

Elsa's eyebrows knotted in concern. "Should I change? I don't want to upstage-"

"No. You're perfect," he said, grabbing her hand and kissing it. "Let's go."

Fiona walked down the aisle in a gorgeous white lace gown with a sweetheart neckline and cap sleeves. Her dark hair cascaded down her back in loose curls, a single braid circling the crown of her head. She beamed up at Hagen as they said their vows. When they kissed, everyone cheered.

Hans sat next to Elsa, holding her hand. He rubbed his thumb over her left ring finger. "I can't wait to do that with you."

Elsa turned to him, her blue eyes wide. He squeezed her hand, smiling, and she squeezed back. She flashed him a dazzling smile, one he would never get tired of.

After the wedding ceremony, Hagen and Fiona stayed to be crowned. Queen Freyja, who had been sitting on the throne overseeing the wedding, rose and removed her crown, as the priest presented the couple with a purple pillow. On top was a pair of crowns fit for the newlyweds.

The priest grabbed the larger crown as a servant come over with a scepter. "Hagen Erikson, firstborn and rightful heir to the Southern Isles, do you swear to protect the realm and rule justly?"

"I do swear," he responded, kneeling with Fiona. The priest lowered the golden crown onto his head and anointed him with the scepter.

He then picked up the more delicate tiara. "Fiona of Kiel, do you swear to counsel and temper your husband when mercy is needed?"

"I do swear," she replied. He crowned and anointed her, then bowed.

The priest straightened and offered the scepter to Hagen. "Stand and face your people. I present to you, all loyal subjects of the realm, King Hagen and Queen Fiona of the Southern Isles. May their reign be long, peaceful, and prosperous!"

They both stood to cheers of, "Long may they reign!"

After the royal couple left, the citizens shuffled out of their seats to file into the ballroom. In the process, someone shoved by Hans. When he turned, Jakob was standing there, staring at him, his face unreadable. They simply looked at each other for what felt like forever.

"Thanks," Jakob finally said.

"For what?"

Jakob rolled his eyes. It was hard enough saying it in the first place. "Thanks for saving our mom." They both looked to Freyja, serious and crownless behind the happy couple.

Hans was all of a sudden uncomfortable. He didn't know how to react to his brother's gratitude, didn't even know Jakob could feel positive emotions. "Uh... You're welcome."

Jakob held out his hand, his eyes unsure. Hans grasped it and shook. His older brother nodded before walking away.

Elsa put her arm around Hans' shoulders. "That went well."

"Yeah...it did."

"Maybe you should talk to your mother. I'm sure things are better now."

Hans looked at Former-Queen Freyja again. She met his gaze. She didn't smile, but she also didn't glare. That was at least an improvement.

"Go on," Elsa encouraged him, gently pushing him forward.

Hans approached his mother with caution. She didn't turn from him, nor did her expression shift. "Mother, I wanted to-"

She cut him off by hugging him. He was stunned into stiffness. "You saved my life," she whispered in his ear. "Thank you."

"You... You're not mad at me?"

She pulled back, holding him at arms length. "Of course not."

"But I'm a monster."

"Hans, I'm sorry for how I treated you. All these years I've thought your powers were destructive. I was just trying to protect you and your brothers. Now, I see that maybe they're not that bad. You've done well controlling it," she said, slipping off Hans' white gloves. "You won't be needing these."

Hans stared at her, shocked as she discarded them over her shoulder. "But why?"

Freyja looked him in the eye, handing back the emerald ring. "I've been terrible to you, Hans. I wouldn't have blamed you if you had let that creature take me. I would've gotten what I deserved."

"But you're my mother. Family is everything."

Quoting her late husband's words made her grey eyes glassy. "Yes, it is...my son." She hugged him one more time, glancing over his shoulder at the Snow Queen. "Don't let that one get away," she told him. "She's a spectacular woman who loves you."

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind." They pulled away, smiling at each other.

"I need to check on the bride and make sure everything is going smoothly," Freyja said. "Do apologize to Elsa for me, would you? Enjoy yourselves!"

"Will do," Hans said.

Freyja left and Elsa sidled up next to him. "It seems as though you're mending bridges," she said.

"I guess so," he said, still staring at the spot Freyja had been in mere moments ago.

Elsa kissed him on the cheek. "Come on. We have a royal couple to congratulate."