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Hans x Elsa: Wistful

The steadily dripping rain was beginning to get to her.

Shoving back her chair, Elsa winced as the nervewracking screech of hard wood over stone floor joined the raining day symphony.

Standing, Elsa looked about the dark room carefully avoiding the windows that had been the downfall of her productive day and wondered, not for the first time, why her father had decided to make his study so depressing.

Not that she should really say anything, considering she had yet to do anything to make it less so, as Anna so helpfully liked to point out.

Wrapping her arms around her waist as gloominess settled over her like a blanket, Elsa strode out of the room determined to find something to cheer herself up.

Her inquiries to the staff as to her sister's location was met with confused looks and slow answers as they reminded her that she had left the castle that day to visit the trolls with Kristoff, Olaf and Sven.

The fact that she had been told this just that morning by Anna and had yet forgotten, left Elsa feeling wrong footed and embarrassed. So much so that it caused her to be needlessly brusque to the young maid who reminded her of this.

In turn this caused all the servants to avoid her, fearing upsetting their queen even further.

All this of course just left Elsa even more blue, and with a heavy heart, she took herself off to the family's favorite library hoping to find that ever elusive happiness in a book.

Much to her surprise someone else seemed to have had the same idea.

There fast asleep in one of the big over sized armchairs, was Hans. The fire played across his face making it seem even more handsome than usual.

A fact that just added to Elsa's growing confusion about her feelings for the disgraced prince.

Moving on silent feet, she crept towards him until finally she dropped down on the rug by his feet, wide blue eyes studying him all the while.

She knew she was being foolish when it came to him. The people expected her to marry a proper prince. Anna expected her to marry a charming prince.

Yet, somehow the only prince that spoke to her heart was the broken, repentant one before her.

Strangly as she sat there in the silence, eyes riveted on his face, Elsa felt the blues of the day slide off of her like a heavy weight finally dropped and the raindrops that had seemed so obnixious now sounded like a melody.

This contentment along with the warmth of the fire soon sent her off to never, never land.

Hans, upon waking, was startled to find a beautiful crown of white upon his knee. With a shaky hand feeling as if he was still dreaming, Hans tenderly brushed the hair out of her glorious face and whispered a prayer he was sure deserved to go unanswered.

"Please let me be worthy of her."

Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading and for all of the reviews. They make my day.

Here I am once again indulging in my love of that awkward time when they have no clue how the other feels. LOL

Thank you again to Setsunakou for the editing!