Anna sat staring out the window. It had been a bizarre conversation.
Elsa had always been difficult to understand. Nobody knew her well enough to truly know what was on her mind. Sometimes it was even difficult to figure out how her mind worked exactly.
Not for the first time in her life, the red-head sat in her room contemplating her sister. There was so much she didn't understand.
Her sister's return to power had been a dream come true. Nothing would ever compare to the reuniting of the girls, nothing. Elsa had been gone, presumed dead, and Anna had begun to think her sister was never coming back. Except... she knew...
Anna frowned for a moment. That's right- Hans. He had come to her cell asking about the older royal. That had solidified hope that she was alive. In a way, Hans had been the best thing to happen to both of them. He'd given Anna an education in love, saved Arrendelle, reunited the sisters- and if it hadn't been for him, Elsa would have never seen true love out on the fjord. For a bad guy, Hans was too beneficial to them to simply pass off.
Then there was the whole ordeal with the Black Spot pirates. The ever-changing landscape of Southern Isles politics had sucked Arrendelle into its ever-expanding vortex of suffering. Then those foolish men in the International Consortium had appeared...
It was a large, confusing lump of activity. There were pieces in place Anna couldn't quite see. Okay, so Elsa was 'Jo'. That explains where she was all those months. But how did she go from servant-girl to queen? It wasn't like Hans had just woken up and... and...
"No..." Anna whispered, frowning. Hans couldn't have given everything up for her out of love?
The more she turned it over in her head, the less sense it made. Hans was the one guy who could always be counted on to have an ulterior motive. That's just the way things were. So why make Elsa queen? Why go against his family, his nation?
Elsa was determined to see this thing through. But how could she?! There was no way she could be serious about being with Hans. Besides trying to kill her, Hans had the unfortunate role of being out-of-favor among the wrong people.
His own family couldn't stand him. The council distrusted him. And Anna herself felt more than a little suspicious about his activities.
So why was Elsa so bent on being with him? He was a loveless monster and a bully! Maybe this was some kind of secret deal; Hans would let Elsa 'run things' and in return...
Anna shuddered. This guy was the worst! She couldn't wait for her sister to kick him out of the kingdom!
Wait... maybe she didn't have to!
Hans was a bad guy, and bad guys made enemies! Westerguards like Kris, and Baragor were always at each others' throats... maybe Anna could write the queen of the Southern Isles and ask her to come collect her jerk of a son! woo-hoo! What an idea! She wished she had thought of that one a long time ago.
Pacing her cell, Anna made several rapid-fire decisions to get Hans out before he did something to Elsa, something irreversible. For a moment, the princess considered what her sister had said about trusting her before shaking her fiery locks. Elsa had only said that to assuage her sister's guilt. But that wouldn't stop sisterly love from saving the day again! All she needed was some time...