"In."
Hans gestured to the cell. Anna stuck her tongue out.
"Screw you," she said petulantly, climbing between the bars.
"You have no idea," He muttered under his breath.
"What was that?" Her voice was snippy. Immediately Hans wished she were a soldier so he could have her whipped.
"Screw that idea," He lied. She wasn't buying it. And her rant told him so.
"You know what? I'm sick of you. I was sick of you within a day of meeting you. I am sick of your presence in our kingdom. This is our home. This is where we belong. You don't belong here. You're a monster."
"Oh, I'm a monster? Seems to me you were the one who's responsible for this mess- I said it!" Hans yelled, "I mean seriously, how stupid are you?! Not only did you agree to marry a man you just met, you then hooked up with his brother! And, to top it all off, you got yourself kidnapped because you wanted to go to a spa!"
Anna glared at her ex-fiancee, "… really, Hans? You don't think I can see the way you look at her? You make us sick!
"Believe me, you make me sick too!" He snarled, "I know what you must think of me, but I have a secret to tell you," He stopped himself. Anna made a daring 'what' face. Hans exhaled, and took a deep breath. His emotions cooled, and he focused his mind, "I don't care. I am her servant. And one day soon, she'll see how you destroy everything in her life, just like you destroyed everything in mine."
His fist slammed into the bars.
"Stay outta my way. Bitch."
"Don't call me that," She snarled.
"Then don't act like one."
She reached through the bars, grabbed him by his lapel, and punched him squarely in the face.
Nothing happened.
"…what?" Her confusion was palpable. Last time she had pulled this stunt, he'd flown over the side of the ship, and needed rescuing by boat.
He sighed, "You really think a little thing like you could knock over a strapping young admiral like myself? I had to sell it, make people think I was weak. And it worked. Your sister thought I was too weak when I came back, thought she could manipulate me…"
"You are weak Hans!" She tried to back off, but he grabbed her hand.
"You know what? One of these days, you'll get to see how strong I really am. No," He drew back, releasing her, "No, you can't control me anymore."
"…what?"
"I won't allow you to make me angry," He said, letting out his breath, "You're a prisoner- my prisoner. You have nothing else over me. I know this," He tapped his head, "Here, but not," He tapped over his heart, "Here. But soon, I will. Soon, you will have no more power over me, and when that day comes…"
Anna remained quiet. He looked crazy. He sounded crazy. And the look in his eyes. Anna had obviously underestimated how much danger her sister was in. This was time for her to reveal her sneaky side. If Hans was dangerous, and unstable, she couldn't let him know she was onto him. It was time to gain his trust, or whatever passed for trust with a Westerguard. Elsa would know how to do this. Just the right word or phrase to turn a political disaster around.
Taking a moment to think, the princess focused her thoughts on maneuvering Hans into an advantageous position. Obviously, if she could get his defenses down, find out what he was hiding, and his plans for Elsa, she could stop him once and for all.
"Hans," She said, calmly, "You suck."
Ah. So close.
Hans stood quietly, and walked away. This war was just beginning as far as he was concerned. But, unlike most wars, he couldn't just put his sword through the other guy. Nor could he connive his way around the issue. Nor was this like fighting the Black Spots- at least then he could maul those psychotic beasts. No, this was a performance war, based on who was acting better than the other. Which was the worst kind of war he could possibly wage. Because there was no way he could be good at being good.
Hans did indeed suck.