Anna shook her head in disgust. Well, it figured that her sister would let her guard down. It was only a matter of time until Hans betrayed them!
"Anna! You're free to go! Your sister will be staying here!" Hans tried his best to be gentle.
"Hans!" Screeched the brunette, "How dare you!"
His eyebrows flew upwards, "You're seriously asking me that? There's no way you should be the one to gamble away your life! She," He pointed at Anna, "Has nothing to lose."
"I love her!"
"And nobody else does!" He hollered.
"Well, I saw this betrayal about a mile away," Anna picked a bit at her pillow, "At least he had the decency to betray you before you two slept together."
They both blushed.
"Elsa," Hans said, setting her down. She turned her back on him, "Don't be like this! Elsa!"
She made an indignant noise and refused to acknowledge him, "I am your queen, and you will address me as such!"
"Fine. My queen, Why does it have to be you! This risk is too great!"
"This risk is always great!' She sighed, turning on him, "I think it's sweet that you're still trying to protect me, but Hans," the brunette ran her fingers up to her scar, and through her hair, an odd nervous habit she had picked up, "I need you to know I can take care of myself."
He looked green, like he wanted to agree but couldn't quite bring himself to do it. His mouth opened, and he nodded about to say-
"Yeah!" agreed Anna, "It doesn't matter that her powers are gone! Elsa can take care of herself!"
Hans immediately changed expression; his eyes grew wide, and he made a deep sucking sound like he was inhaling all the air in the room, "Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?!"
Elsa mentally dropped an 'F' bomb, and determined to chastise Anna later, "I... mentioned that, right?"
Hans started staggering around, spouting gibberish.
"But- no! The ice powers were sooooo cool! And, but the cold never bothered you anyways?!"
"Right?" Agreed the princess, "It's kind of lame that she's only human now!"
"Anna!" Said Elsa.
"What?" Snipped Anna, "Don't tell me you don't agree!"
Hans' mental break-down was imploding. He started scheming again, "Yes, yes... we all fake our deaths, and burn the town down..."
"Hans," Elsa interrupted, "You're just going to have to come to terms with the fact that, as queen, I have to go see Baragor."
His mouth opened. He had to tell her why she couldn't. It wasn't just that he feared for her life, or the life of the child that might be growing within her, it was the secret he had kept for a very, very long time; he loved her. It was time to lay his cards on the table, and see what might happen. He had to ignore their skepticism. The power of love had proven itself on the fjord, and in his bedroom time and again. Now it had to prove itself once more. She couldn't go because he couldn't bear it if she did. His heart would die. "I love you" that's all he had to do. Just open your mouth, Hans. Let her know that you feel- HOW you feel.
"Okay."
Hans kicked himself mentally. He could do this. But he had to wait until she was ready to hear it.