Hans watched Elsa sleep.
How were they still alive? He knew it was bizarre for either of them to survive such a fall, but really, it was all thanks to her. He honestly considered whether or not he actually owed her his life or not. He hoped not. That would be too much to bear. Especially after hating her so long.
...it was a funny story, actually. Hans had grabbed Elsa as they fell, desiring nothing more than to watch her die. She had resisted, wanting nothing more than to live. Facing down, she started blasting a sweeping blue projection. The backlash from it slowed their descent. Hans had crashed over her form, tumbling down the hillside of fluffy snow she'd just created.
Good heavens, was there no end to her powers?!
He had been knocked out for a second, but came to. It was with a spirit of bitterness that he took his first breath after yet another near-death experience. He wanted only one thing now. Well, he wanted many things; to rip Anna in half in front of his big brother, and then slowly stab the man to death. But first things first; the queen.
"Kill Elsa, Kill Anna, repeat..." He chanted.
The prince slowly trudged through the snow towards where he'd seen her land. It was a crater of collapsed snow. Hans, accidently of course, saved her life by digging her out of the suffocating mound. He dragged her back to the surface with great difficulty. Her hat had slipped off. For a second, he ignored it. Just another part of a soon to be dead...
Then he saw her. Really saw her for the first time in his life.
She was beautiful.
But she was broken.
It hurt him to look at her now. Back when she was an all-powerful goddess, it had been easy (morally) to kill her, a challenge, really. Now?
Now it felt wrong.
He hated that. A lot.
Hans climbed on top of her, pressing his hands on her chest (by accident, of course) before edging his fingers around her tender neck. Her breasts rose and fell softly, like butterfly wings, beating against the harsh chill of winter.
His fingers tightened. He could feel her pulse, thump-thump, thump-thump, so... she had a heart after all.
Thump-thump, thump-thump...
He tried to cut off her air, but every time she frowned for lack of oxygen, he stopped, unable to bear the look of unease on her face. Hans let out a breath. He was tired. So tired. Absently, his fingers brushed her hair back, soothingly.
Finally, he realized he really had only one course of action.
"I'm going to drag you back to Arrendelle and torture you to death!" He grabbed the queen, not-so-gently, by her arm, and dragged her through the snow. He chuckled darkly.
The real reason, he supposed, for being unable to finish her off was due to a lack of equipment. He wanted to hear her scream, see her suffer! That's why he was here!
Eventually, dragging her lost its appeal to him. He stooped, putting his arms around her body, and carried her, bridal-style, through the canyon.
His gaze fell to her tender neck, replaying the moments when he had... tried? to strangle her. It didn't feel good, at least, not as good as he was expecting.
He was not, therefore, expecting to stumble over the uneven terrain. Although he corrected his own body, Elsa's... reacted differently...
Her head arched back, which changed... a lot of her physique.
Namely, her chest arched, raising to meet Hans' gaze.
Whoa.
Just... whoa.
He'd seen women before, but there was something... just beyond the norm here. It took him a moment to realize he'd been staring. That was inappropriate. He was just a soldier, doing his duty, and this sorcerous witch had to be put to death- slowly. And no matter how devastatingly beautiful she may be, she was his enemy.
Still... whoaaaa...
Hans tore his eyes away. In his... distracted state, he had lost control of one of her legs. He tried to retrieve it, but it... reacted...
Whoa.
Hans swallowed hard.
That... slit... that ran up her dress? It went reaaaaaaaaaally high. Just... whoa.
Elsa's legs were a thing of beauty; smooth, and long. There wasn't really anything he knew like them. Once, perhaps, when he had seen pearls being dug out of shells. Yes... that fit; beautiful and smooth, and pale... His mouth watered.
...She was single, right?!
Hans shook his head. This was stupid. He hated her, her sister, and her whole blasted country. He brought her closer to his chest, getting her head (and hopefully his) back under control.
But still... whoa...