Hans' knees hit the dirt- he was exhausted. He puffed wearily, siting Arrendelle's castle through the canyon's gorge. It was in sight. He could make the trip back by tonight.
The prince let out a weary sigh. Soon, soon he would take everything from this privileged, duplicitous witch, and then some.
Hans decided to camp out for the night. The snow in Arrendelle was melting, leaving behind slushy, untrustworthy ground. Reason number 6 to hate her, right?
Hans turned from the path, and into a cave. He gently set the queen down, covering her with his coat. On second thought, he curled it up, and placed it behind her head, elevating her. There was a chance she had a concussion or something, and he felt like he wasn't actually doing something nice for her if it was for a medical reason.
He tiredly hit the stone floor on the opposite side of a small, natural ridge. It took him a couple of minutes (which he found grueling) but he managed to find some dry kindling. Making the fire took longer, but, hey, why not get comfortable.
"Lemme tell you all the reasons I hate you; number six, you summon this eternal winter on me, or is that number four? Anyways, you leave all this slush on the ground, that I have to carry you over! You're just resting, trying to regain your strength or something stupid like that. Oh," He laughed sarcastically, "You haven't been eating well since being driven into the mountains, and the fight drained you, and slowing our fall drained you. Boo-hoo! You know what I've been through!?"
Elsa lay there, silently, breathing as if nothing at all was wrong. Hans would have paced if he had any more energy. Hans looked her over, taking in her form's, uh...
"I hate you so much," He swore, "I had to fight, and fight, and fight! Do you have any idea what it's like to have nightmares? To lock yourself in your room, afraid of everything?! Well?! I don't think so!" He was yelling at the top of his lungs by now, panting heavily.
"I hate that I had to fight and fight, hacking off piece after piece of my soul, while you and your sister, shipping whores," He paused, relishing the word. They were merchants, in a way, profiting from the way he protected the seas from the Black Spot pirates, "stayed warm and safe, inside your fricken castle! I starved! And stayed, alone, on the deck of a ship in freezing rain, praying the enemy didn't magically," He said this with bitterness; Baragor was at fault for supplying the pirates with the location of Southern Isles navy deployments, "find us again. And you... sipped tea, and ate crumpets."
Hans spit, literally, while he spoke. His anger rose again, "I did horrible things, terrible things that I cannot escape from, while you and your sister and mummy and daddy got to play hide-and-seek in the sun! And no one cares, do they? So what's it matter if I tried to kill you two? I barely have enough soul left to care about myself!"
Elsa let out a moan of discomfort. It brought Hans closer. He knelt beside her, truthfully, beginning to tear up, "I lost my heart at sea. It was taken from me... or... I guess I gave it away, to survive. And you two have so much. I just wanted a little. It just doesn't seem fair. It isn't fair."
Her face twitched irritably at a single strand of hair. Hans reached up and gently brushed it away from her face. His tone softened swiftly.
"...you're beautiful, you know that? Like a gorgeous... well, I suppose that doesn't matter now, does it? But you are, and you won't love anyone. And... if you just would have taken a prince, and married him... I wouldn't feel like you're keeping everything, everything to yourself. But you've got Anna, and Arrendelle, and..."
He stopped, realizing he hadn't stopped brushing her face. The soft dirt on this side of the cave, slightly moistened, beckoned to him. It was soft, so much softer than the rocks he had been sitting on.
The prince got Elsa comfortable and moved away.
"When I get you back to Arrendelle, I'm going to kill you nice and slow," He promised for the hundredth time. But it didn't seem heart-felt to him anymore. It sounded... hollow.
Rocks or no, Hans was so tired, he closed his eyes and was asleep in minutes. The sound of his gentle breaths filled the cave.
No sooner had Hans closed his eyes than Elsa opened her.
She focused on getting her heart rate back down. Having... him... so close, was terrifying. She kept thinking he'd guessed, that he knew, deep down inside, she had been faking unconsciousness since he had been gone to gather the wood.
Still, she as alive- for now. Elsa tried moving. It didn't go very well. She was sore from top to bottom, and tired, exhausted, really.
Slowly, she arose, and walked towards the mouth of the cave. Without thinking about it, she put on Hans' cloak. It was warm, and reassuring- nothing like him.
Wrapping his garment around her, Elsa took off for her home. No doubt Hans would soon awaken and chase her down. Well, he was under the impression she was spoiled. It was now time to show him another side to her.