A.N. I'm so embarrassed to confess that I feed off your love. Seriously, I go back through the reviews and soak it up.
So embarrassing.

I've been asked to continue to update as quickly as possible, and, honestly, I have the next two chapters basically done, but I do not have the whole story arc finished. So R and R and I will keep at it, thanks!

Hans swaggered in confidently. He was, after all, a total genius.

He wasn't all-powerful, but he had done a pretty decent job so far. Convincing the International Consortium to back his plan had taken a considerable amount of convincing. After all it wasn't every day that-

"Whoop, whoop!"

He sighed. Anna never changed. He immediately regretted his choice to substitute the princess for Illyana. At first, it seemed like a stroke of genius; if the only way to get close to Elsa was through her sister- use her sister!

Unfortunately her sister was... Anna. Who was currently getting all the pent-up partying out of her sister. The thought of Illyana suffering in the dungeon put a smile on his face. Nobody would ever mess with his Elsa again. And she was his.

He saw her on the balcony and glided up behind her soundlessly. She knew he was there. Proper servants could feel the presence of their masters. It was only right that she become acclimated to him. Currently the ex-queen was staring down at the party (one red-head in particular) and living through her.

Hans allowed himself to come up beside her, and waited for the one thing he'd wanted for months.

"...thank you."

His heart swelled. No coercion, no anger, or resentment- just pure, heart-felt appreciation for what he'd done for her.

There were so many things he wanted to say, to hear her say, but he only indulged himself by nodding.

Elsa let out a tense breath. Finally, things were... good? Hans wasn't demanding any kind of carnal favors, and Anna was free; for the time being.

Hans just HAD to ruin it though, "I can't set her free. That's... beyond my power."

Elsa nodded. Anna had committed murder of a royal in cold blood in front of a crowd of international delegates. It would take some serious benediction to clear that, and Hans was currently up to something else...

Anna laughed happily. Best. Spring. Dance. EVER!

For reasons beyond her understanding, Ilyana, someone Anna haaaaaaaaaaated was in prison tonight in her place. Something about punishment...?

Anyways, woo-hoo! Party time, everybody! Anna hadn't had this much fun in... months. Underneath it all, she was still sad. She knew that tomorrow she would go right back into that jail cell. And no one would be allowed to talk to her. Kristoff was still dead. Hans was still in charge. And her sister was still missing.

Anna had enough reasons to be depressed. Some were more pressing than others, and all of them could be ignored until tomorrow. Looking up into her sister's balcony, Anna spotted two figures; one the bleh 'protector' and the other was that weird Jo chick. They seemed very chummy. Hans was talking now, and he pointed... right to Anna.

So she flipped him off. Jo found that hysterical and started waving. Anna waved back.

The party got into full-swing, and the princess felt like all the burdens she'd been bearing were gone. Of course she still wanted her sister to be queen, and for Baragor and Hans to fight each other to death, but that's not all that could make her smile. She just wished that Elsa could be here.

Anna got winded after an hour of dancing. Looking up, she frowned as she spotted Hans with Jo. Didn't he have any work to do? Instead he had pinned the poor girl against the pillar. Anna grimaced. This didn't look entirely consensual. Then, Hans kissed her. Anna made a 'yuck' face. How could someone as nice as Jo like someone like Hans? He had to be forcing her.

That was all the excuse she needed to go confront him.

Anna stomped up the stairs two at a time. This was the end of the line for her. This poor, nice Jo girl had gone out of her way to free the princess for one night, and now she was being pushed around by that big ol' bully Hans! As she approached the two, she could see him molding into her, using her body.

"Hey!" She called, grabbing him. Her palm met his face, and he went down- hard. Again!

She looked up triumphantly, expecting Jo to thank her, but only saw a trailing cape. The servant girl had left. Anna stood there, shocked, as she wondered why her friend had left. They both needed all the friends they could get.

Behind her, the admiral drew his sword. The familiar ringing sound of it being drawn out of its sheath still kept her awake after all this time. Anna swallowed, turning around. She stared right into his eyes.

"Kill me, and be done with it," She bit, "I was used by you, and Kristoff, and Baragor. I'm not your whore. I'm a princess. I deserve your respect, and you treat me like trash, so go ahead, 'protector', why don't you show me how strong you are!"

Hans stood, staring at her for a long, long time. Then he pointed his sword at her, "Never! ...touch me... again..."

He then left.

Anna's breathing went back to normal. Perhaps she was crazy, but it almost seemed like... he respected her!

P.S. I'd love to hear your theories!