The long awaited part 3 to the 'Evil Love Experts'. Enjoy!

"Anna... Anna is dead."

The men of course, rushed forward to console him, but Hans was having none of it. In his perephial vision he always saw that cursed troll lurking in the corner, cackling at him- but every time he looked there was nothing there. He mentally gritted his teeth. As his mouth raved lies about Anna he could not stop. Maybe Arendelle was cursed and haunted like the rumors said after all, full of mystery and oblivion and unearthed horrors.

All of a sudden, a cold flash ran through his body and he found his tongue again and felt he was able to move by himself. A feeling of freedom filled his confused mind. He whipped his head around wildly, yet the troll was no where to be seen. Had it finally gotten bored of his mind control game and had left? He had no intention to find out. He cautiously willed his tired feet to run back to the library where Anna was, but she was gone, the library freezing and empty. The library door was blasted open and huge shards of ice caved in from the ceiling, blocking the windows. Relief flooded his body. Anna must have escaped and she was alive. Yet how long could she make it in this temperature especially in her weak state?

"Oh Anna, where are you?" He mumbled. He hurried down the hall only to be stopped by a young looking guard who was spiriting towards him. His bright red hair was frosted over with snow.

"Prince, E-Elsa has escaped!" He yelled urgently.

"Escaped what?" Hans asked in confusion. Hadn't he simply requested she be brought to a private suite?

"T-the prison we put h-her in." The guard replied. His face was pale with cold and he was shivering. Hans realized he was still wearing a thin summer uniform that was studded with bits of ice. The prince quickly shed his heavy overcoat and threw it over the guard's trembling shoulders to warm him.

"I wanted her safe and warm! She is the queen after all, not a sorceress!" He shouted as he straightened his cravat.

"They wouldn't l-listen!" The guard shouted back.

"Those bastards." Hans grumbled, running a hand through his hair. "Now where is Elsa off too?"

"That's what I came here for, your majesty." The guard replied, sounding frightened. "We only know she's somewhere out on the fjord."

"The fjord..." Hans mumbled. He hurried over to the nearest window and broke away a thick layer of frost before peering out. It was an opaque undecipherable storm of white outside. There was no way anyone could find their way around.

"Take me to Elsa's cell." He ordered coldly.

The guard nodded and hurried down the hall. The two scraped by with their lives running through the halls as ominous spikes of ice poked in at them from almost every direction. Two hallways across, they descended down a stone staircase behind a semi-hidden door and Hans waited impatiently as the guard unlocked various padlocks of the prison gate. As the door fell open, Hans got an ample view of the few cells the sparse stone hewn cellar contained, which were empty and were filled with a soft white glow that seemed to emulate from a hole several cells down. His feet tapping loudly on the icy stone, he made his way to the light. His jaw dropped as he perceived the source. A gaping hole had been burst through the stone wall, and a pair of heavy iron shackles lay shattered on the icy ground. Ice and snow whipped into the cells through the hole, which beyond was mile after mile of blank blizzard. Hans stared out into the storm menacingly.

"I'm going after her." He decided.

"What?" The guard yelled in disbelief.

"Find me another coat immediately." Hans ordered, his eyes roving the halls. "I'll need my sword as well..."

Minutes later, the prince stood ready at the gape in the wall. Donned in a heavy gray overcoat with his trusty sword strapped to his side, he felt uneasy. Was he underestimating the true magnitude of the storm? This was no ordinary blizzard but the work of a powerful sorceress. Yet, the thought of Anna and the Arendellians and all others affected spurred him on. With one final glance at the worried looking guard, he trudged out straight ahead into the white.

It was dreadful cold. Absolutely dreadful. Hans took a few tentative steps forward before the wind knocked him back several. He looked behind him at the direction he had come, but the comforting cell wall was no where to be seen. He sucked in a chilly breath, hitched up his coat, and sprinted forward, calling out for anyone. Only mere seconds had passed before he felt his willpower crumble like sand. He was colder than he had ever felt in his life, he was lost in a maelstrom he had started. What hope was there? Another gust of wind blew him back several steps and he stumbled and crashed on the ice with a wheeze.

"ELSA!" He screamed into the cold. He coughed and his vision became wavery. He was succumbing quick.

When he spotted the almost familiar chunk of rock a few feet away, he was almost relieved. The troll was smiling evilly at him with a cackle on it's face. The stick doll hung perfectly still from it's hand despite the howling winds. Pabbie grabbed the doll and twisted it's neck. A hot flash ran through Hans and a new surge of energy rushed into him. His vision suddenly became ten times clearer and his chest was no longer caving in with cold. Pabbie was keeping him alive just to find Elsa and Anna.

"Go. Find her." Pabbie murmured. "Go on, be the hero you've always wanted to be." He lifted the doll's leg, and Hans shot forward like a cannonball. His eyes roved the fjord, and almost immediately he spotted a bright blue patch against the dull white. He somehow knew it was Elsa. He sprinted toward it and spotted a distraught looking Elsa struggling against the storm. Her ice gown whipped in different directions as she shouted her sister's name.

"ELSA!" His mouth called. Oh no, his brain thought.

"TAKE CARE OF ANNA FOR ME!" Elsa screamed. She faded off into the snow for a second.

Once she came back into earshot, Hans' mouth opened. "ANNA IS DEAD, BECAUSE OF YOU!" He shouted.

"WHAT?" Elsa shrieked. She collapsed on the ice and with a blast, the blizzard was extinguished as it's creator fell to the ground. She hunched over, sobbing.

Hans' arm reached for his sword as his feet carried him forward.

No, no, no...

the sword was drawn.

No! No!

He raised the sword above Elsa.

Stop it Pabbie! Please! He begged.

In slow motion, the sword dipped downwards straight for the unsuspecting Elsa. He braved himself for the worst.

All of a sudden, a flurry of ice white hair, a dark magenta cape, and teal blue eyes burst into his vision right in front of him. A huge force blasted him backwards tens of feet, and he crashed into a shelf of ice painfully. His neck slammed on the ice and stars exploded in his vision. He lay there panting, unable to move, and felt something break inside of him.

"NOOOOO!" Pabbie screamed far off as his ploy of killing Elsa was destroyed. Anna's love for her sister had broken the mind control spell on Hans permanently, sealing off Hans' mind from Pabbie's interference forever. Feeling his strength deteriorate to nothing, he blacked out.

He was roused to a feeling of warmth. As he slowly opened his eyes, he felt a synchronization between his body and mind once more and this time he knew it was here to stay. His eyes shot open as he felt a solid surface of wood beneath him. The sun was shining above, the sky was blue, it was summer. He was on a deck of a ship. Pabbie was no where to be seen. Scrambling to his feet, he gasped as he spotted the royal sisters on the same deck with an unfamiliar blond man, a reindeer, and a talking snowman.

"Anna? You're alive?" He wondered aloud in surprise and relief.

He was a little taken aback when the princess strutted towards him angrily. Her hair was back to it's original strawberry blonde and her face was rosy.

"She froze your heart!" He said.

"The only one with a frozen heart, is you." Anna said emotionlessly. She raised her fist and before Hans could react, punched him right off the boat into the water. As he slammed into the fjord, cold water surged through him and he struggled to surface.

"It was the troll Pabbie! He made me try to kill Elsa!" Hans screamed over the churning waves.

"Pabbie?" Anna raised her eyebrows. "The troll? What does he have to do with anything? How do you even know him?"

"I-I just did!" Hans shouted.

Anna turned back at him with wide disbelieving eyes. "Kind Pabbie would never do such thing." She hissed. "Only your greedy, destructive, self absorbed heart would. So long, sideburns!" She spat at him and turned her back, her face twisted in disgust. She stormed off the boat with Elsa and the strange blond man.

With difficulty, Hans paddled to the nearest dock and pulled himself up the stone. The abandonment of Pabbie's control over his mind had zapped the artificial strength from his body and had left him with the little strength to begin with. He laid down to catch his breath and to rest his tired arms.

"Over there!" A voice called. Hans whipped his head around to see a palindrome of guards and civilians alike rushing towards him with the royal sisters and the blond man leading them.

"YOU MURDERER!" Anna shouted.

"Curses be upon you from the gods eternally!" A man shouted.

Hans was frozen in anger and surprise. "It wasn't me!" He shouted. "The wicked troll Pabbie controlled my mind and-"

A swift kick to his stomach by The furious Anna shut him up. In a split second guards surrounded him, snapping his wrists and ankles in cuffs and dragging him along.

"Back to the Southern Isles, where this bastard belongs." A guard joked. "His how many- eleven or twelve brothers can step all over him again!" They all laughed. Hans groaned as he was dragged back to the ship he had came from. The guards threw him in a cell and locked it, snickering amongst themselves. Once the lock bolted shut the royal sisters, guards, and civilians cheered happily, and Hans was left to forever grumble about the troll that had destroyed his only chance at a new life.

Whew! Finally an end to this story. I find it hard to believe Hans could turn evil himself so this must be the outcome. He's going to have to suffer the consequences the troll placed on him sadly. No one will ever buy his mind control story... or will they eventually? Also how was Hans walking about so easily in Elsa's storm? Shouldn't he be struggling around like the others? I came up with the idea that Pabbie placed some kind of strength spell on him and it was gone once Anna broke it. I believe that force that was expelled from Anna when she charged up to shield her sister from Hans' sword knocked out Pabbie's powers. Okay I'm sorry that was really long lol if you guys have any questions feel free to ask! Also request I'd love some new chapter ideas!