Hans sat in the snow, freezing his royal buns off. His face and hands were already red, and he shivered in the cold. But, oh... oh today would be worth it. He counted his breaths. Currently, he was in his two thousand fifties, or in that neighborhood.

52...

53...

54...

55...

Suddenly he spotted his targets; Anna and Kristoff. Hans let out a hiss of satisfaction. This was almost over, Elsa was almost his! She was all his! He had always wanted her as badly as he wanted her now!

...

...

...in a "I'm going to kill her" way not a... yeah. 'Cause... there was no way, no way at all he felt anything but hatred for that frozen, uptight, gorgeous, drop-dead-sexy, tough young queen.

Besides, the hatred they felt was mutual. Especially since she had more or less sentenced him to death, and decided she would rather deal with pirates than him. It was nothing personal, in a way. She just had to die.

Hans rubbed his hands together, breathing "56" into them for warmth. Oh, she would die! And it wouldn't be quick this time. Oh no, he'd drag her back to Arrendelle. Torture her. Make it slow. So, so slow...

...Hatred festered in his frozen heart.

It was too bad he was so full of hate. To make matters worse, Kristoff had stopped, talking to Anna about how much she meant to him, and how he would do anything to protect her and blah, blah, blah...

...(sigh) Hans was itching for a good fight. And Elsa was the perfect match for him; powerful, focused, and deadly. He remembered the flush feeling of admiration when he'd found her in her castle. And he'd never wanted to just take her-

...down. Yes. Kill her. Hard. And deadly. With deadly force.

The prince shook his head. After dumping Anna, he'd had desire to get a replacement. But... now he was just rechanneling his frustrations into... inappropriate routes.

Kristoff kissed Anna. Hans quietly retched. The couple held hands as they walked up the incline. Hans suppressed vomit. Love was disgusting! And made one weak!

...the wind blew.

Nothing moved. Snowflakes froze in mid-air. Hans' heart leapt in his chest, so ready to see her again. He played this off as adrenaline. Elsa was going to die. He would make sure of it!

The snow on the ground froze as lines of ice expanded across the land. It was beautiful.

The pair waited for Elsa to emerge. Then, slowly, like a snow-hair rabbit, she slowly rose over the ridge.

"Elsa!" Called Anna. Kristoff held her back. The queen walked slowly, calmly. But the warmth in her smile spoke volumes. She had expected never to see her sister again. Now, here they were, safe at last.

Elsa stopped. There were too many trees around. Too many places for enemies to hide out in ambush. But the bait was so good. She had to hold her sister again.

Besides, this wouldn't be the first time she had walked into a trap. With Anna here, what could go wrong? Things were finally going right!

Elsa strode into plain view, throwing her arms open to receive her sister.

"Anna!"

The younger woman let out a shriek of happiness, running clumsily up the ice to throw herself into her sister's arms. Kristoff, ignored by both, stopped to survey the surroundings. His eyes roamed the woods. For a second, he locked onto Hans' hiding place.

"Anna...!"

Hans let loose a crossbow bolt. It struck its target. She went down. The prince took this opportunity to charge. He crowed with happiness, knowing he was about to get exactly what he'd always dreamed of.

For the Arrendelle natives, time slowed to a halt.

"Anna!" Screamed Kristoff.

She hit the dirt. Hard. Blood oozed from the wound.

Hans knew how powerful Elsa was, and the only way to take such a cautious creature down was to completely destroy her sense of being. And that meant killing her sister.

The sense of blind pain swept over the young queen. Hans savored this moment, knowing that it would be her last. The excruciating pain she was experiencing, that was all he wanted in the world.

Elsa ran, loosing her hat. It blew away in the wind with her screams of "Anna!" And "No!" She slipped down the ice, eyes beginning to mist. It wasn't possible. It just wasn't possible. Her feet stumbled, and she fell so fast...

Hans leapt through the air, sword shining in the sun. He saw the look of surprise in the queen's eyes as she spotted his shadow, his feet landing on Anna's back as he used her body to cloak his approach. Her wide eyes beheld her doom.

He smiled.

For one perfect second, he sailed through the air. Right before he killed her, Hans took a last look at her face.

100...?

It wasn't everything he thought it would be. She had suffered at the hands of his enemies. Something in her was just... broken. This wasn't like before; facing an almost unstoppable monster. This was like killing a wounded animal. A beautiful doe with round, emotional eyes... this was not the kill he dreamed of in his cell.

But it was a kill nonetheless.

At least, it was, until Kristoff tackled him to the ground. The collision knocked Hans' breath from his body.

"Brother!" He hissed, "What are you doing?"

Kristoff didn't answer. At least, not in the conventional sense. A large fist connected with Hans' nose. Blood spurted out, large lines of red lanced into the snow as the two brothers fought. Kristoff had the size, but Hans had the experience.

Hans' men came running out of the forest just as Elsa's guards burst from the snow. What was an assassination attempt quickly turned into a free-for-all massacre.

Anna lay bleeding on the snow.

"I..." She whispered to no one in particular, "Haaa-haaa-hate... Hanssssss...!"

Finally, Kristoff picked Hans up and slammed him into a group of his troops. Elsa turned and ran, "Time to go! Run!"

She felt bad for leaving Anna, but had no choice. She made her way to the gorge again. Once her troops were on the other side, and back into her castle, there was no way in. She would collapse the stairway and freeze all the portals.

Her men fell back. And with them, one enemy.

Hans... bleeding, disoriented, made his way to Elsa, pushing past her troops. He elbowed and sliced and ran until he was right behind her.

Her fleet feet were just barely beyond him as she ran up the steps, ten more to go, then 9 then 8- 7...

Hans leapt, grabbing hold of her foot. Her glass-like slipper popped off in his hand. Yet the queen stumbled and fall. She turned.

The prince jumped on her, knocking her into the side of the cliff. The men behind them were stuck, enemies on one hand, a cliff on the other. He climbed on top of her. This was better. Slower. His hands went around her throat. He was screaming at the top of his lungs.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this! I'm going to kiss you in cold blood and get my revenge!" He frothed angrily at the mouth seething in rage. She looked at him, confused, "I have wanted to kill you since you sent me to prison! I love the thought of your life in my hands!"

His hands gripped her throat, slowly, slowly... slowly stealing her life away.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEES!" He screamed in satisfaction. Her hands grabbed his, ice freezing him. He jolted back, holding her hands, then forcing them against her neck, strangling her.

It was then the Kristoff slammed into the pair. Dazed, Hans grabbed the edge of the staircase.

"Brother!" He called, "Please! Help me!"

He ignored the fact that Elsa's hand was still in his, and that he had caught her from falling into the chasm below. Kristoff glared down in hate. Hans had done so much damage, frustrated so many plans. He'd shot Anna, and obliterated the original plan. With him and Elsa out of the way, Anna would be free.

"Long live... the king!" His boot slammed down onto his brother's hand. Hans did not look up in shock, just with a promise in his eyes.

"I'm coming for you!" He whispered loud enough to hear. He then fell.

And fell. And fell.

In a last-ditch effort, his hands wrapped around the barely-conscious Elsa's waist. Why not? They were about to plummet to their deaths anyways!

Elsa, feeling herself in free-fall, pushed out her hands, emitting a blue blast of light.

The two were enveloped in the light, then gone.