A/N Okay, I'm back! Here's chapter six!
I stand in utter shock and disbelief. 'What is Hans doing here? How did he get here?' I ask in my mind.
"Anna?" He asks again, outstretching his arm to help me up. I take it sheepishly and stare into his glinting green eyes highlighted by the moonlight.
"W-what are you doing here?" I stammer, stumbling over my words and feeling my cheeks burning.
"Well, you had told me a little white lie hadn't you." Hans says, raising his brows in look of mocking disapproval. I just stare at him with a quizzical expression.
"You told me Elsa was at the chalet," Hans answered my confusion, "But she wasn't, and she didn't come to practice either." He continues as I look to the ground guiltily, "Then when your parents thought you had gone missing too, I knew where you had gone, to look for Elsa." Hans finishes proudly.
"But, how did you know where to find us?" I ask, puzzled.
"Not many size 4 and size 11 walk through these woods at night." He answers, then realising I don't understand, "Your footprints."
I stare at him again. I can't help but stare. Everything about him makes me swoon. His perfectly kept auburn hair, his dreamy lime green eyes, his charming grin.
"So, who else are you with?" Hans breaks the silence. I don't need to answer as at that very moment, Kristoff walks towards us from the distance, arms loaded with heavy thick logs of wood. He stops as he sees Hans, I can see a glare of disapproval playing across his eyes.
For some reason, Kristoff and Hans had never been eye to eye, and I never understood why.
"Ah, hello Bjorgman." Hans spits, his tones takes a horrible venomous tone.
Kristoff merely nods in reply, trudging towards the slowly dying embers of the fire and placing the pieces of the logs onto it. I can sense rivalry and hatred between the two, it has become tense and uneasy. I try to offer Hans a friendly smile, but his lips stay in a tight line. I stare down at my boots and push them deeper into the thick snow.
"Well I see you have company." Hans finally says, passing Kristoff a deathly glare, "I'd best be off, hope you find your stupid sister." Hans had suddenly changed from charming to prime evil within seconds, what was wrong with him. 'stupid? My stupid sister?' The words played along my mind and attacked like knives, how could he say that about Elsa.
"Wait! Where are you going?" I call out as Hans begins to walk away.
He turns, smirking, "Home," he shouts, his voice echoing through the air, "because I'm not a pathetic little daydreamer who cares too much for her older sister who doesn't give a blind eye about who she is or what she does!" His words hammer into my heart, how could he say that.
His smirk widens as he sees my widened eyes begin to water, he continues mirthlessly, "Elsa doesn't care about you Anna! She never did she never will do, nobody ever will!" And with that he disappears into the darkness. His words replaying in my mind like a broken record as I feel a warm tear trickle down my cheek.
"Anna?" Kristoff's voice brings me back to reality. I had forgotten he was here. I turn to him, his face contorted with a mixture of anger, concern and sympathy.
"Kristoff..." I trail off, letting myself fall into his chest sobbing into his shirt. I can feel the tension of his muscles, he obviously didn't expect it, but then his body seems to relax and he wraps his colossal arms around my wracking body.
"How c-could he? Why did he?" I cry, squeezing my eyes shut.
"Forget him Anna, he's a worthless piece of scum, I told you he was bad news, but you never listened." Kristoff says, and I remember the days at the cafe. We were on break, sat outside eating sandwiches, myself holding most of the conversation, even with my mouth full of ham and lettuce. Kristoff had chuckled countless times when I'd proceeded to talk only sounding like a muffled up bad quality audio as I spoke. I'd looked up at the slopes, when I first saw Hans. I'd stopped talking and I was chewing slowly as I stared out at him dreamily. Kristoff had followed my gaze and gave me a look of disapproval, "Anna, believe me, he's bad news." Kristoff had said to me, but I hadn't listened. And now, here I am, soaking his jacket in fresh tears as I proceed to cry in his arms. Although I feel as though my heart has been torn into pieces, this moment is blissful and I cherish each second.