Anna sat in her cell feeling more at the center of attention than she had at her wedding, "You'll forgive me for the state of my residence," She said with heavy sarcasm, "I wasn't expecting a visitor."

"You may leave, Kai," Ordered Hans. Anna sniggered. He ignored that. The servant left.

"To what do I owe this... displeasure? Nah, overused. To what do I owe this particular unpleasantness, oh Great Protector?"

Hans paced outside of the cell, getting his bearings, "I presume that you are comfortable?"

She gestured to the pillows, blanket and various instruments she'd been allowed, "One of the best outfittings of any prison on the planet, Oh Mighty Slayer of the Wicked!"

He ignored the dig on his character, "Glad to hear you've occupied yourself with coming up with insults for me."

She shrugged, "Not much else to do in prison."

Hans laughed, "I know."

They shared an uncomfortable silence.

"You could try working out. I found that putting goals into place really helped me focus," He nodded, remembering, "I had this chant," He dropped to the floor and started doing push-ups, "One, two, three..."

"Chanting?"

"Uh... nevermind," He said a bit too quickly, rising to his feet, "I was just thinking about you, how you used to be engaged to me?"

Her eyes narrowed, "Oh?"

"I assume you remember that?" He said with some sense of sarcasm.

"Afraid I'll kill another fiancé?" She asked with some bite in her tone.

"...no. Just... what made you like me? I mean; let's just say for example, someone was trying to get close to Elsa-"

"Let me stop you right there," Said Anna, "Elsa doesn't care. Whatever possibility anyone had at getting that close to her dried up a long, long time ago."

"Why?"

Anna gave him a peculiar look, "...why this line of questioning?"

Hans was ready with an answer, "Elsa isn't exactly here right now, is she? I'm trying to figure out what she wants."

"Me," Answered the princess, shoving her mouth full of food, "I'm the only person Elsa ever truly loved. Not our parents, not Kristoff. Just me."

"Must be hard," Said Hans surveying the scene around him.

"How so?"

"...to be so close to her loving you, and yet, now so far, far away..." Hans sighed silently.

"I guess it depends on whether or not she's really dead or not," She shrugged, "So I suppose this means you haven't killed her?"

"No," He answered.

"Why?" This time she was the one to ask the question. It had been bothering her for quite some time. After the disastrous rebellion, Anna had to make up scenario after scenario in her mind to find one in which her sister would still be alive. But in most of them, Hans had simply killed the ex-queen and waltzed back into Arrendelle without taking credit for the murder.

Hans didn't have an answer ready for her, "I am the Protector, I don't owe answers to criminal trash!"

"Even criminal trash you used to date?" She flicked icing at him. He ignored it.

"Especially that kind," He insisted, "If I broke down her barriers..."

Anna snorted, "Then what? All you've proven is you're stronger than her. You're not a Protector, you're not even a man. You're a child with an obsession."

"I have what she wants," Hans countered, "She'll come to me."

Anna's vindictive smile made his blood run cold, "But you won't give it up, will you?"

"Give up?"

"You know," She laughed, "Or... probably not. You can't win a girl by badgering her until she's too weak to fight anymore. You have to prove you can lay yourself aside and let her choose."

Immediately, Hans drew backwards. If he loved Elsa, he would give her everything she deserved. Instead, he hoarded it to control her.

Maybe...

"Goodnight, Princess," He said, bowing.

She bowed too, surprised at his change in tone. He left her alone in the dark.