Elsa felt disgusted with herself.
How could she be so stupid? Hans is, was, and likely, forever shall be, a jerk. Maybe, once or twice, she imagined that there might be more to him than...
no. He just loved power. Whatever that fear-thing was he had shown was simply what he looked like when he didn't have his way. She wiped her mouth of him.
HOW DARE HE?!
She paused to let a breath of frustration escape her. The growing hair under her wig was getting itchy, but at least it was there! She had defeated those pirates... kind of.
Actually, she kind of hadn't defeated them. They let her go.
It had come as quite as shock. The pirates had surrounded her, Hans, in his bloodrage, had stupidly leapt over the side of the ship. The ex-queen had managed to sigh irritably about that. Just as the young woman was about to blast the ship with ice, one of the beasts stepped forward, "You're Baragor's enemy!" He pointed. She smiled, and nodded.
Immediately, everyone around her relaxed.
"...yes..."
"We want to give him a message..."
Elsa's eyes went wide.
"Let's rape her first!" That man was quickly thumped on the head.
The lone figure in the middle of the deck addressed the crowd, "Do not underestimate me," She turned to the leader, "What's the message?"
...
And so Elsa returned to Arrendelle.
She learned, that night, that Baragor was the Black Spot. And that his henchmen were discontent that the prince was safely tucked away in her home while the rest of them were out at sea, with their lives on the line.
The conversation had lasted seconds before the ship was attacked. Elsa watched as the International Consortium made quick work of the pirates using some of His Royal Jerkiness the 1sts more civilized methods.
Elsa leapt to Hans' side as they fished him out of the water. Under interrogation, she pretended to be his servant. If the crew knew she was Elsa of Arrendelle, they might hang her then and there.
They allowed 'Jo' to integrate with the rescued civilians. She tried her best to stay out of Hans' way (the ship was enormous) but he always seemed just around the corner.
And now he had caught her. Like he had known she was aboard the whole time, and snatched her up when her freedom was in sight.
Bleh.
She wiped her mouth again. Men were disgusting, Hans in particular.
A part of her was kind of... complimented? He found her pretty. Was she a horrible person for being proud of that? Did she need serious mental help?
She paused, looking at her reflection in a window. Where was the queen? Where was her Royal Unapproachableness? When did she become this weak woman who had to rely on looks- her train of thought stopped as her wig slipped, revealing the thing she wanted to hide most in the world.
"What beauty?" She asked. She didn't need mental help. She just wanted to feel pretty again. Yes, Hans deserved to be smacked for being so forward, but... it was nice that someone could still find her gorgeous.
Not that it mattered. No, he was a bad, bad man. He lied, and cheated, and had amazing abs. So... no way she would ever even think of going down that path!
No doubt something was wrong with her, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was stopping the wedding. Once she and Anna were back together, Elsa would figure out how to straighten out the men in their lives.
Little did she know, it was too late already.