"Yeah, your story."
Why does he insist on knowing so much about me?
"Well, I am...extraordinarily boring, and that's about it."
"Well, what are you into? Any interests?"
She hesitated. "An Imperial Affliction."
"Wait, what?" he asked.
"It's a book that I'm reading, and I- Well, I've actually read it several times." Elsa confessed.
"It's that good, is it? What's it about?" he asked
"It's about a girl named Anna, who-"
"Like Kristoff's girlfriend?" Hans smiled.
She playfully rolled her eyes, and said, "Yeah, they have the same name. Anyway, Anna has cancer and has to struggle with it. Kind of like me, except that I have my...anxiety and other problem."
"Oh, it's one of those stories?"
"What do you mean?"
"The cancer sob story where the girl falls in love and is afraid to hurt the guy she likes because she's sick and ends up dying in the end, and makes all the fangirls cry their eyes out." Hans replied.
"Well, not exactly. You can read it, if you want." she offered, shyly.
He laughed. "Sure, I'll read it. Only if you read this."
Hans stood up from the couch and walked over to a bookshelf. He grabbed a book and sat back down. Elsa read the title and was a bit interested in it.
"The Price of Dawn?" she read.
He nodded. "It's awesome, you'll like it. And when you get the chance, let me borrow that Affliction story, okay?"
"Okay. I'll give it to you at our next support group meeting."
"Sounds like a plan. Hey, the heater's on. You can take your gloves off, if you want." he said, flipping through the book.
Elsa swallowed hard, and shook her head.
"I'm fine. I should be going, anyway." she said, standing up.
"Already?" he asked.
"Yeah, please?"
"You're mad at me, aren't you?" he asked, giving her a smirk.
"I'm not mad. I just want to go home, that's all." she said.
"Well, okay, but if it's because I asked about the gloves, I'm sorry." he said, grabbing his keys.
Elsa hugged herself and walked up the stairs and out the front door. Hans followed and started his car. They drove, and Hans did all the talking.
"So, I was thinking maybe we could go see a movie or something." he said.
Elsa shrugged. "Maybe."
"Look, I'm sorry about the gloves, alright? I won't ask ever again. I promise." he said.
Elsa gently bit her lip and decided to forgive him. She knew he didn't mean anything by it, but she still had to be cautious. Once they arrived at her house, Hans handed her a slip of paper.
"Text me, okay?" he asked, smiling at her.
She took it. "Okay...bye."
He drove off and she watched him until he was out of her sight. She opened the slip of paper and read his number aloud to herself. A small spark of happiness grew inside of her and she headed inside.
#
Days went by, and she couldn't find it in herself to text Hans. Everytime she opened her messages, she ended up pressing the middle button and going back to Home.
What if he doesn't answer and I look like an idiot? What if he didn't even give me his real number? Would he do that?
Elsa decided to shrug it off and give it a shot. She saved his number in her Contacts and texted him. Not two minutes passed, when her phone vibrated. She quickly sat up in her bed and grabbed her phone.
Conceal...don't feel...just relax.
She took in a deep breath and unlocked her phone. Sure enough, he texted back.
Hans: Hey, Elsa Grace. How's life?
She smiled and texted him back.
Elsa: Life is good. So what are you up to?
The moment the message was sent, she reread what she texted back.
Life is good? What the heck does that mean? Gosh, I am hopeless.
Bzzzzt!
Hans: I'm reading the book you let me borrow...so close to finishing!
Elsa: Great….and I'm liking the one you let me borrow...plenty of zombies lol
Bzzzt!
Hans: Yeah, I know, hey I gotta get going. See you later!
Elsa put her phone down and smiled proudly at herself. She put her phone on her nightstand by her bed and covered herself with her blanket. Closing her eyes, she fell asleep and dreamt good dreams, for once.
#
Hans had invited Elsa to his house again, and Elsa was happy to be seeing Kristoff again. He was busy playing video games, for the last time. He was getting his surgery in a week and was trying to enjoy the last few moments he had with his vision.
"So, did you finish the book?" Elsa asked Hans.
"Not yet, but I am very close. Just another chapter or so." he replied.
"WHAT?" Kristoff asked, loudly while playing.
"Is he getting deaf too?" Elsa asked, with a giggle.
Hans shook his head and smiled at her. He leaned beside Kristoff and pulled off an earphone from his left ear.
"Hey, Kris, how's it going with Anna?" Hans asked.
"Oh, she's fine. She'll be there at my surgery next week." Kristoff replied, pausing his game.
"Well, that's nice of her. Hope everything goes well." Elsa said.
"Thanks, Els. You don't mind if I call you that, do you? I know Hansel, here, calls you Elsa Grace." Kristoff said, nudging Hans with his elbow.
"Ow! Hey, not cool, Kris. Leave a man alone and go back to your game, alright?" Hans asked, rubbing his arm.
Kristoff smirked at Elsa and continued his game. Elsa covered her mouth and laughed.
"What's so funny?" Hans asked, giving her a smirk.
"Hansel?" she asked, bursting out laughing.
Hans rolled his eyes. "Just ignore him. He just calls me that to tick me off."
"Can I call you that?" she asked.
He threw her a look. "Don't you dare."
"I was only kidding. Can I use your restroom?"
"Yeah, it's upstairs, to your right."
Elsa stood up and patted Kristoff on the back. She headed up the stairs and found the restroom. Kristoff rubbed his nose and shivered a bit.
"Hey, man, it's getting cold in here. Can you turn the heater up?" he asked, loudly.
"I'm right next to you! And, sure I'll turn it up." Hans said, getting up.
He went up the stairs and realized it was a lot colder upstairs. The heater was already pretty high and Hans figured it was pretty windy outside. He walked into his living room and saw that no windows were open.
"Huh. Weird." he said to himself.
Oh, shoot. I forgot there isn't any soap left in the bathroom. Elsa's going to freak.
Hans sighed and went into his kitchen and walked towards the sink. Under the sink were cupboards, and he opened them to grab a new bar of soap. He headed towards the restroom, and heard sink water running. Elsa was humming to herself, and he gently knocked on the door.
"Hey, Elsa, I got you some-"
"AH! What?!" she asked from inside.
THUD!
"Sorry, did I scare you? I was just saying that I brought you some soap." he said.
No answer.
"Elsa? Elsa Grace?" he asked.
Nothing.
"Elsa, answer me! If you don't, I'm coming in there!" he yelled.
No reply.
Hans jiggled the door handle and thrusted himself against the door. He tried it again and again, but it was no use. His shoulder was sore, and he called for Kristoff.
By some miracle, Kristoff heard him and ran upstairs.
"Elsa's inside and she's not answering me. Help me open this!" Hans ordered.
Kristoff and Hans threw their weight against the door and managed to barge into the restroom. Hans gasped when he saw Elsa, lying on the floor, unconscious.
"Elsa? Elsa!" he yelled, kneeling beside her.
"Uhh, Hans?" Kristoff asked.
"Not now, call an ambulance or something!" Hans said.
"HANS!"
"What?!"
Kristoff pointed to the bathroom counter and Hans gasped. There was solid ice almost covering the whole thing entirely. Hans noticed Elsa's gloves were placed by the sink and the water that was running, was now frozen solid.
Hans lifted Elsa's head up and noticed a bruise on her head. Kristoff knelt down and examined her injury.
"She must've hit her head. I'm sure she's fine." Kristoff said.
"Are you sure? What if she had an anxiety attack?" Hans asked, concerned.
"Her breathing is a bit steady, and so's her pulse. She's fine, Hans." Kristoff said.
Hans sighed with relief. "Thank God."
Elsa's eyes began to flutter open and she gasped when she saw the boys surrounding her. She sat up and grabbed her gloves from the counter. Hans stood and offered a hand to help her up. She helped herself up, ignoring his hand.
"Hans, I need to leave." she said.
"What? You just hit your head, you're okay." Hans said.
"No, I have to go. Thanks for inviting me, bye." Elsa said, hurrying out of the bathroom.
Before she walked out, she glanced and gasped at the ice on the counter. Kristoff and Hans glanced at each other and Hans followed her.
Elsa held herself as she walked into the dark street. She hurried as she heard another pair of footsteps behind her. It was Hans.
"Elsa, wait!" he called out to her.
She ignored his calls and kept walking. After a while, she outran him. The sounds of crickets filled the air and she was content to finally be alone. Her phone vibrated and she noticed it was Hans.
Leave me alone already!
She ignored his phone call and kept walking. Suddenly, she began to panic when she heard footsteps behind her. She tried to ignore them and kept walking, but they got louder as the person got closer. Then, an arm wrapped itself around her neck and got her in a chokehold. Elsa let out a small scream before a hand flew to her mouth.
"Shut up! Man, check her already!" the stranger said, quietly.
Another stranger appeared before her but she couldn't make out the face because they had a mask. They reached into her pocket and grabbed her phone. Elsa struggled against the stranger, but they had a firm grip. Suddenly, the stranger holding her grunted loudly and let her go. He fell to the ground unconscious.
Hans.
Hans gave a look to the other thief and he dropped her phone and ran away. The one he had hit gained consciousness and ran in the direction of the other thief. Elsa gasped for air and covered her face with her hands, letting tears fall.
"Are you okay?" Hans asked, pulling her into his arms.
"I-I'm okay.' she said, as he hugged her.
"Are you sure?"
She nodded.
"Elsa, what were you thinking? You can't go running around by yourself at night." Hans said.
"I'm sorry." she said, wiping her tears.
Hans shook his head, and they walked back to his house. He drove her home safely. She thanked him and entered her house. Elsa went straight to her room and went to bed. She was exhausted and just wanted that day to end.
A/N: I know it's not EXACTLY like Frozen or TFIOS, but sue me, I don't care. It's not going to be exactly like either one, but it'll be similar. Don't like it? Don't read it.
I DO NOT OWN FROZEN OR THE FAULT IN OUR STARS!