I forgot to say this in the last chapter but it confused to me to see Elsa so perfectly well after the Thaw. After being in a perfectly clean environment all her life and suddenly exposed to the elements, Im sure she would had had some reaction at least.
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Summary: Anna, on better judgement and a better mind puts herself in charge of Arendelle because she doesn't quite trust him yet- Hans reaches Elsa's castle- alone. Will Elsa be changed by the presence of a stranger rather then her own sister?
"ELSA!" Anna screamed over the sound of the wind. "PLEASE COME BACK!" The young princess fell to her knees at the edge of the fjord where Elsa had ran off, grasping the queen's long turquoise glove in one hand and unheeding the water that had seeped into her expensive coronation gown.
The newly crowned queen was rapidly shrinking against the dark mountains, her long magenta cape whipping behind her.
"Anna, look!" Her fiancée Hans exclaimed, placing a hand on her shoulder. Behind Elsa spread a trail of glowing blue ice that was rapidly expanding all over the fjord. She looked up and saw that dark clouds that had never been there before were beginning to form. The warm summer air was quickly dropping to a frigid winter temperature. Snow began to fall from the sky.
"Winter in the middle of summer!" A voice shouted. "What sorcery is this?"
"I have to get her back-" Anna choked, jumping to her feet. "I have to go after her, it's my fault."
"What about Arendelle?" Hans asked.
"Arendelle?" Anna's voice rose. "That's my sister who just ran away!"
"You can't just leave the kingdom be, Princess." A servant named Kai added. Lowering his voice, he added, "We don't know how bad this is going to get. The people are already frightened. They need a member of significant position to comfort them until Prince Hans returns Elsa."
Anna hesitated. "Oh yeah..." She mumbled, biting her bottom lip. She hated to leave the kingdom at this time, especially when it was full of foreign visitors who would not hesitate a second to snatch the beauty of Arendelle for themselves. The guests silenced to hear what was going to happen. Snow began to fall bountifully from the sky and it looked like the first snow of the year... in July.
"I'll go Anna!" Hans piped up. "You stay and take care over Arendelle, I'll get Elsa back and apologize for all that happened."
"Everyone here thinks she's a sorceress! She'll be too afraid to return!"
"I'll try my hardest, Anna. I really don't know." He replied, the new problem worrying him. "Wait! We could just convince the people some other sorcerer was in our midst... I'll think of something."
She turned to him, teal eyes full of gratitude. "Oh yes Hans! That would be so helpful... thank you so much."
Hans had it all planned out. All he had to do was convince the queen to come back because of this winter, get married with Anna, and continue his plot. He grinned to himself. This was too easy.
Little did he know how complicated it would get.
"Your majesty! Up ahead!" The head guardswoman Astrid called. The buff blonde woman pointed up ahead. Hans looked up from the soft freshly fallen snow his horse had been trudging through and glanced up. His eyes widened as he saw what was up about half a mile away from them. A gleaming, stunning citadel was majestically perched on the side of a sculpted sharp rock mountain covered in snow. It was at least several hundred feet high, the glowing bright blue palace shooting upwards into the arch of deep blue sky above. His jaw almost dropped when he realized it was completely made out of pure, solid ice.
"Elsa must be there!" He said, relieved. They had been going along in the frigid air for hours now with no certain destination in mind. He guided his horse to the left and urged him to a steady canter.
"Whoa there." He whispered, as the castle neared. He squinted his eyes as the search party neared the castle. It towered imposingly in front of the small party.
He turned around to the other guards, not far behind. "Ready your weapons, men. We don't know what we will face."
Nearing the foot of the castle, Hans dismounted his horse and hopped onto the ground. Motioning for his men to stop, he nodded at them. "Stay down here. I'll tell you if I need help." He began to mount the gilded staircase made completely of ice, marveling at every intricate design on the ice. He pulled his coat a little closer to himself and faced the huge French doors. Once he reached the top, he took a deep breath and pulled one of the large ice handles coasted in delicate looking frost. Both doors easily opened, and Hans carefully stepped in.
"Elsa?" He called softly. "Are you here?" He raised his eyes to the beautifully sculpted ballroom sized edifice, a trademark snowflake covered floor with walls of thick ice heightened to a majestic domed ceiling, a large glittering chandelier that seemed to produce it's own light hung from the top. A fountain with sparkling drops of ice water frozen in midair lay between two sets of the same gilded stairs that ran up both sides to a second level of the castle, covered by thin walls of sheeny baby blue ice.
A gasp from the second level confirmed his suspicions. He looked up and saw a flash of blonde hair retreat quickly behind the walls.
"Elsa, please." Hans pleaded. He ran a hand through his ginger hair and took a deep breath. Quietly he climbed the next flight of stairs and entered the second floor. Finding it an empty bedroom, he climbed a third (Elsa must really love stairs) and saw the queen on the far side of the pavilion, right in front of an open balcony. Her previously tightly bunned hair was in a loose flowing braid down her left shoulder. Her high necked and low hemmed coronation dress was melted into a cleaved blue gown showing off her shoulders with a high slit running up the leg. She looked carefree and happy, her eyes sparkling.
Hans' jaw dropped. He couldn't believe how beautiful the queen actually was.
She gasped again, noticing him. "P-Prince Hans?" She clutched the wall behind her.
"Elsa, it's okay. It's just me." Hans held his hands up, stopping at the doorway facing her. "Just me, I come in peace."
"What are you doing here?" Hans asked her. "Arendelle needs you."
"No, I belong here." Elsa replied. "They think I'm a monster."
"Maybe they won't if you unfreeze the eternal winter you laid on them." He shot back.
That hit Elsa in the right place. "What she gasped, whirling around to face him. "W-what happened?"
"Elsa, when you left sheets of ice spread from under your feet. Clouds filled the sky. Snow began to fall from nowhere."
"No!" Elsa put her head in her hands.
"How do you stop it?" Hans asked. "Please Elsa, they are all freezing."
"I-I can't." Elsa hugged her chest as snow began to fall from the ceiling. "I don't know how!"
Hans groaned internally. Why couldn't she just come back? It wasn't that hard!
Just then, Astrid and the guards ran into the pavilion. "Is everything allright ?" Astrid asked. She surveyed Elsa with wary eyes. "You took so long we worried."
"Elsa won't return." Hans replied. "She's afraid and doesn't know how to stop the winter."
"We'll have to force her to." Astrid said in a serious voice. Drawing her sword, she pointed it at the queen. "I command you, as head of guard to return to Arendelle."
"I can't!" Elsa felt like crying. Here she was, acting like a stupid scared child when her kingdom was freezing.
Astrid groaned. She hated cowards. Looking at the men, she gestured them to surround the queen and ready their weapons. Swords and crossbows were ready and loaded, surrounding Elsa. Hans also had his sword out, but he was reluctant.
"Elsa, stop being a fool." Astrid hissed.
The wind and snow around them picked up as Elsa grew more agitated and scared. The insults jeers of the guards and Astrid increased as she looked more and more fearful.
"Fancy that, little girl?"
"Your father was such a better ruler than you!"
"Why wasn't your sister crowned instead of you!"
All of a sudden, Elsa couldn't take it anymore. Commanding all the power she could manage to her body, she lashed it out in a sudden explosion of power. Sharp ice shot out from her body and flew in all directions. The guards managed to duck due to their trained fast battle instincts.
Hans was not as lucky. The softhearted prince was caught right in the heart with the icy blast, nearly knocked off his feet by the power of it.
"HANS!" Astrid shouted, scrambling back to her feet. Elsa gasped again and promptly began to cry before running away into a different part of the castle.
Hans could barely feel anything as he lay on the cold floor. He felt numb and cold and hopeless. "I-I should leave now..." He mumbled.
"His hair!" Someone whispered. Sure enough, a lock of Hans' hair had turned from auburn to a pale blonde.
Next chapter: Part 2 of Hans Plays Hero. Hans, freezing to death returns to Arendelle and the fate of Elsa lies in the hands of the people.