Hans' fist hit the table, hard, "Well?"
Elsa said nothing. He felt his frustrations rise. This was bad, really, really bad. He didn't want to think that she'd betrayed him, turned him over to the very worst enemy he'd ever faced. But that was quickly becoming a possibility he couldn't ignore. And that was what made her a danger; that fact that he didn't want her to be a traitor.
Of course, there were plenty of questions he didn't want her to ask. Like how he knew she was in danger. Or how he knew she was coming to his room with a stranger in tow. Likely, she figured that Kai was spying on her, which was not terribly far from the truth.
"Don't you have anything left to say?!" He demanded.
She bit her lip, looked down and shyly shook her head.
Damn.
"Really?" He sighed, "I suppose nothing's really wrong here. I mean, I protected, and you served. So..." He paused, confused, "Does this make everything okay?"
"Yes Master."
He could see the tears in her eyes. Something had happened, something bad. He took a breath, "Are you okay?"
She shrugged and walked out. He didn't want her to. His first impulse was to run after her; punish her, comfort her, something. It wasn't fair. She still wasn't letting him in. What more could he do? He allowed her to be willfully disobedient. Anna's warning rang in his head, but he refused to believe it. He could reach her, if he kept trying, and he was willing to do that.
He had no way of knowing what was actually going on with her.
Elsa had lost control. And if there was one thing she could not afford, it was to lose control. Every time, every time she did, people suffered. Eternal winter, frozen hearts, violent coups.
And now she was truly powerless. The one thing that terrified her more than anything else was that Hans might figure it out. Right now, if worst came to worse, she could threaten to turn him into a living popsicle. Of course, the threat was empty in more than one way. After all, she didn't want to kill anyone, but she was relying on it to keep Hans from going any further than she would allow him to.
She remembered his hands... warm- so warm. It was like her skin was nothing but goose-bumps. She didn't really notice when he wasn't around, but when he was... it was all she could noticed. His hands were just the right size for-
"No, Elsa. No more," She chided herself. Had he not just brought down those fingers into a fist against her? Hans was bad news, always had been, always would be. Her previous attempts to reach him were ineffective.
His hands were just the right size for murder and mayhem. He was a blood-soaked, fire-forged monster who would destroy her if she displeased him. He was manipulative, abusive, and too good-looking!
If he discovered how vulnerable she truly was, he would no doubt take total control; ruining her, her kingdom, and her life- or at least her body. Her life was in shambles already. The vision of him on top of her, pinning her down, laughing in her face, reveling in her weakness.
Elsa felt sick.