"Who's your king?" Hans asked. Elsa spit in his face.
Taking over the country was a matter of pride. What queen Elsa did not realize when she shipped him back home was that no one there was angry. Well, they weren't angry with him, anyways.
"Kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh, wait, she's dead!" Hans laughed. It felt so good to be here. Outside the castle, villagers were running about, screaming in terror.
"War, Hans? Are you insane?"
He shrugged, "I am king, aren't I?"
"The people of Arrendelle will never allow this!"
"That's what the people of the Southern Isles said!" He hissed.
"Give this up," Elsa spit, "You. Are. No. King!"
Hans drew back hissing his dissent. ...no anger...
He remembered the first lesson his brothers taught him; anger was a weakness. Only fools gave into their emotions. He had to bury his. Vengeance would be his, as long as he didn't lose his cool.
"...do you know what's happening to your people out there, your highness?"
Screams echoed through the plaza.
"My soldiers are marching across your nation, putting down your people. This isn't what I wanted. I was going to take over peacefully. But you... you humiliated me. Publically. That could not stand."
"You have no right to be here," She said, disdainfully.
Hans grit his teeth, "I will be your king."
She laughed at him, "You're pathetic! Who needs you?"
"You do."
She bulked.
He shrugged, "Soon, sooner than you'd like to admit, you're going to beg for me."
"I will never beg."
"You will enjoy begging."
...
...
Meanwhile, in the real world...
"Your highness," said Kai, bowing, "...it's them."
Kristoff's eyes went wide. Oh, no... it couldn't be. He raced down the hall, out the door, and past the garden, all the way down the street to the constable's. Unlike the military, the police were Arrendelle-born. That made them hard to predict.
Upon seeing the prince, the chief rose and saluted. Kristoff waved him off. They had been acquainted for years before revealing himself as a prince.
"I hear you picked up a couple?" Asked the blonde.
The captain stuttered out, "Well... we thought they were being indecent in public, yes, Sir!"
Kristoff wiped his weary head, "...Show me."
The prince was lead to the back. His brother was unconscious, shackled to the queen, moaning, "Oh, Elsa! You will beg, you hear me! This is waaaaaaaaaaaar!"
"Hans," Called Kristoff wearily, "Wake up." His brother ignored him, rolling towards his female co-prisoner.
"Who's your king, you bit-!?" Hans demanded, snuggling into her deeper.
"HANS!"
The prince bolted awake, sweat drenching his form, "What? Where am I?"
Kristoff sighed. He didn't even want to think about what his brother's dream indicated, "Hello, we're kind of in a situation here!"
"Huh?" Hans rubbed his head, "What happened?"
"A group of villagers caught a couple in an 'indecent' position. The couple, according to a rumor being spread across town, resemble the prince and queen, giving all kinds of speculation into whether or not this whole invasion is to cover your sordid affair. And if Anna hears you're still alive..." Kristoff sighed, "I'll kill you. So you, and the ice queen need to give us some space."
"...how much?"
"The two of you will be shipped off to the Southern Isles. Understand?"
"What about her?" Hans gestured to the queen who was, no pun intended, out-cold.
...
...
Hans shut the door. Elsa smirked, "Come here."
He obeyed. He always obeyed. If it wasn't for the fact that he had been sentenced to life in servitude, she would never have seen him again. And never known what she was missing out on.
Her freezing hands moved across his warm chest, "I'm so cold..." She whined.
"...Uh?" He was confused as she was.
At this point in the dream, things got a little hazy. Elsa didn't exactly know what she wanted from Hans. Her subconscious understood, but didn't exactly have a lot to go on. Lots of moving parts, lots of friction. The queen's mind left a lot unanswered.
"I think it's best if we don't... do that again," Elsa muttered.
"No, no... of course not!"
They stood awkwardly.
"Hans, we just-"
"Yeah."
"But, you're evil!"
"Hey!"
"Well..."
"Yeah."
"This cannot continue."
"Yeah."
She left. Hans was left, sweeping the floor.
The Ice Queen, unapproachable, unattainable... Had just done some very un-queenly things. Beg, plead... and she'd loved every second of it.
She didn't understand why- she would never. Being locked up like that, caging her emotions. Now she had let them free and... it was fantastic. As she thought about what she'd just done, heat filled her cheeks, a new sensation for her. It felt so good to be held and shaken...
She was being shaken.
"Elsa!"
Her eyes opened, and cleared slowly, "Wha...what?"
"I need your help!" Said Hans, "We need to get out of here!"
"Where are we...?" She asked, groggily.
"On a ship," He quietly said. Danger filled his voice, "But there's a problem!"
"Hmmm...?"
"We're being followed," He said slowly, "By Black Spot pirates!"