Hans suppressed his frustrations. Sure, it was universally unhealthy for him to do so, but, as he noticed, Elsa had to come to him. He had to encourage her out of that shell, even if his methods were not... nice. She was always guarded, always on the defense, forcing him to push harder and harder.
smack.
She flinched. Somewhere inside, his heart clenched, afraid she would run.
"Tell me why you're here."
"Because you commanded me," She answered, bracing herself.
"...bend over."
She took her sweet time, which was fine with him. Obviously, he wanted her complete and total trust, but at this point, it just wasn't reasonable to expect that.
Hans had a plan. Anna was right, Elsa had put up a wide variety of walls to keep people out. So he needed ways to break those walls down. It wasn't nice, but Westerguards had ways... unpleasant ways... of gaining compliance.
It was the only way he knew how to bring her out. Perhaps if he'd been raised in an honest family that talked about these kinds of issues, and dealt with them, he could console her, and gently save her heart. But he was working with what he knew.
"Why. Are. You. Here?"
Elsa grit her teeth. He waited for her response, no idea what might come out next.
"Because you want me."
Hans paused, "...close enough."
He ran his hand down her back, massaging the muscles. She was tense. It was to be expected.
"I gave you orders, remember? No one is to insult you while you wear," His hand plucked a strap in her top, "This. For me," His voice softened unintentionally, "Working for me gives you certain rights. Protection. You shouldn't be hassled by anyone for obedience."
"I thought I could handle her," Elsa confessed. She stood up, flinching. No blow came for disobedience.
"That's your right as my personal assistant, but really," Hans put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "I expect complete..." He smirked, "submission."
He slipped the straps down her shoulders. She let him.
"Wait," He stopped. She glanced towards the door. Hans nodded.
"You're right," He waved her off, "Our interaction need not go on any longer."
She walked out, pushing her clothes back into place.
"Elsa?"
She turned, shocked.
"I meant... I mean," He turned and shut up for the first time in a year, having nothing to say.
"Hans," He turned to her in shock, and was graced with a small smile, "...thank you."
She left him.