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Dedicated to Setsunakou and Harukakou. ^_^

Hans x Elsa: Kiss on the Forehead

The rain was coming down by the bucketful when he caught up to her.

Hans wasn't sure what exactly had happened just that he had seen the flash of her blue dress as she raced past the stables and had automatically taken off after her.

Now they were out in the middle of nowhere, soaking wet and the only possible shelter was a worn down old cabin with half its roof looking like it was about to cave in.

His breath leaving him in tiny white puffs as he struggled to catch it, Hans didn't bother saying anything, merely grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her off to the cabin when it seemed she would be content to just stand out in the pouring rain.

Carefully testing the wood flooring with each step he took, Hans lead them into what appeared to be a combination living area/bedroom.

Dusting off the one rickety chair that remained in the building, Hans pointed to it and announced. "I have no idea what is going on but for right now you are going to sit down right there and I am going to see if there is anything dry we can change into in this wreck. And if you are feeling better by the time I get back by all means scold me for my impertinence."

Elsa said not a word in response to his order or his sass, merely sat in the chair and stared straight forward as if she saw and heard nothing.

Casting a worried glance at her over his shoulder, Hans strode forward shoving aside the blanket that served to separate the bedroom from the main room with one harsh yank.

Rummaging through the trunk that was the only piece of furniture other than the bed in the makeshift room, Hans found several moth eaten blankets that would only serve to cover a child and even then scantly.

Then much to his relief underneath all of those were two long plain white shirts lightly yellowed with age but amazingly whole.

Pulling them out, Hans hoped that his good fortune would continue and a pair of pants would appear as well.

Sadly he came up empty handed.

Holding the shirts in one hand, Hans went over to Elsa and kneeling in front of her held them out.

"These were all I could find. And now that I think about it you might not even need one of these but just in case you are not feeling up to making yourself a new outfit, you can use this instead." He said this in a brisk tone, not sure how he should be acting around her when she was giving him no clues as to what was wrong.

Elsa raised dull eyes to meet his inquiring ones and with a limp hand took a shirt from Hans' grasp.

Getting to his feet, he studied her bent head for a moment a look of deep concern and growing frustration wrinkling the corners of his eyes and tightening his lips in to a thin line.

A part of him wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her until she told him what was wrong and how to fix it. The other part of him that wisely knew that was not the correct action to take, just wanted to run his hand through her sodden locks in hopes that it might provide her enough comfort that she would snap out of this.

Sadly his own insecurities reared their ugly heads and whispered that his touch would never be what she needed or even a true comfort in any way and his hand stayed half curled against his thigh as he turned to walk back to the bedroom.

"I'm going to go change, you should do the same."

Going back behind the make shift curtain, Hans quickly lifted his dripping shirt and vest up and over his head, wishing not for the first time that he had thought to grab his coat before chasing after Elsa.

Picking up one of the holey blankets, he wiped himself down with it and then rolling his eyes over his own foolishness, he grabbed a couple more of the blankets and tossing them over the top of the curtain, called out. "Use these to dry yourself off!"

There was no answer to this order from the other side. Not the snarky one he was hoping for or even the polite thank you, he had come to expect from her regardless of the circumstances.

Rubbing his eyes with his fingers, Hans let out a silent sigh and pulled the yellowed shirt over his head. Then after waiting a few minutes closed his eyes and popping his head around the curtain asked." Are you ready for me to come out, Elsa?"

A soft yes answered him and exiting the room, he straightened his shoulders in preparation for the upcoming battle to make Elsa talk.

But the sight that greeted his eyes stole his own words away.

The rain was still pouring steadily down but in that odd way weather had, a pocket of sunshine had broken through the clouds and was currently streaming through the cracks in the ceiling around Elsa in ring of bright light.

She had loosened her hair out of its customary braid and it hung around her shoulders in damp ringlets. That along with how the shirt engulfed her slight frame at the top while just brushing her knees at the bottom created a picture as beautiful as it was tempting.

Swallowing hard, Hans tore down the blanket/curtain and walking over to her wrapped it around her shoulders saying gruffly."This should help with any lingering dampness."

A lame excuse yes, but since it made Elsa's blank mask finally crack for a second into a weak smile, Hans was willing to live with his ineptness.

Elsa wrapped the blanket around herself as if it was a cloak and walking over to the empty fireplace ignored the chair she had been previously sitting in to drop down in front of it, drawing her knees up to her chin, gaze focused on the wet ashes that lingered within it.

Feeling strung out and wound up at the same time, Hans for once ignored proper social protocol and sprawled out on the floor mere steps away from her.

Studying her profile for a moment, Hans finally asked quietly."Would you be willing to tell me what happened?"

Turning her gaze away from the ashes, Elsa stared at a point just beyond his head and in a voice just above a whisper said. "I'm a terrible sister."

"Having seen you literally save your sister from death with the power of true love, I must insist that is utter nonsense."

Elsa's eyes flicked over to meet his a little life in them finally appearing in the form of annoyance.

"Oh, I'm sorry, your Majesty. Have I interrupted your pity party? Perhaps instead of continuing to indulge in it you could inform me as to what has actually happened?"

Tightening her grip around her legs, Elsa glared even more fiercely at his sarcastic tone and replied."You can be horribly heartless at times, Hans."

"True, but take it from me, Elsa. Self pity does no on any good."

Elsa gave Hans a reluctant nod of acknowledgement and continued. "Anna and I had a terrible row. And I don't know if I will be able to do what I need to do to make it up to her."

"What do you have to do?"

Dropping her eyes, Elsa mumbled. "That I can not tell you."

Raising a brow in confusion, Hans said slowly. "All right. Is this thing something, Anna said you had to do or are you assuming that she won't forgive you if you don't?"

A puzzled look crossed Elsa's face as she pondered on this question. Finally she said. "No, but I..."

Hans cut her off, "Ah, so you are jumping to conclusions. I am now going to advise you knowing full well I have terrible relationships with all of my brothers, but I still think you need to hear this regardless of that. Tell her you're sorry and then ask her what you can do to make it up to her. Don't just decide what needs to be done on your own."

Elsa had nothing to say in response to this advice. Instead she turned her eyes once more to the wet ashes and let the silence grow between them.

Letting out a small sigh, Hans got up on his knees and leaning forward brushed a lock of hair off her forehead, placing a gentle kiss on the spot where it had laid, he whispered sadly. "It will be all right, Elsa. I promise."

Elsa gave him one unreadable look from the corner of her eye but said nothing in return.

And so they sat in the drafty cabin, the rain's mournful song the only sound as they waited for it to end.

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Author's Note: Thank you for reading! I hoped you enjoyed it. ^_^

Thank you again Setsunakou for proofing this story! ^_^