Hans mounted the horse with ease, mentally preparing himself for what came ahead. It would be a challenge to woo a queen, but he would eventually succeed as long as he was charming, as long as he was perfect. This was only another act in a play and he, as Prince Charming, must play his part. His eyes narrowed as he noticed a brunette girl running around like a crazy person. Surely she was one of the locals, although her dress did look expensive. Then again, it was coronation day and the townspeople haven't had visitors in ages. The girl was dashing towards him and he opened his mouth to warn her before it was too late.

She ran into his horse and fell onto a boat. His horse quickly stamped on the boat with his hoof to keep it from falling over. She looked up at the horse, not him and said, "Hey!"

He quickly composed a kind smile and asked, "I'm so sorry. Are you hurt?"

The girl glanced at him, her eyes widening. "Hey. Um…no. No. I'm… I'm okay." Her surprise was evident from her stuttering words.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I...I just wasn't looking where I was going. But I'm great, actually."

He jumped off the horse, onto the boat. "Oh, thank goodness." Hans held out his hand, offering to help her up. The girl smiled and accepted, her figure standing up. "Oh. Uh…Prince Hans of the Southern Isles." He bowed, his title demanding this action.

She curtseyed and replied with an introduction of her own, "Princess Anna of Arendelle."

This time, Hans was the one surprised. She was a princess? This crazy and inelegant girl was the sister of the single most powerful lady in the kingdom of Arendelle? "Princess?" He forgot himself for a moment. Swiftly, he dropped to his knee and bowed his head. "My Lady."

His horse's foot became unsteady, causing the boat to tip a bit, leading to the Princess falling and Hans catching her. This wasn't getting off to a good start. "Whoa!" exclaimed Princess Anna.

Hans didn't know what to say or how to address their situation. "Um…" She kept a tight hold on him.

Princess Anna said awkwardly, "Hi…again." The horse steadied the boat, causing the Princess to fall on Hans.

"Oh boy!" He eyed her strangely. She definitely wasn't like the normal sort princesses he dealt with. They've been put in two compromising situations already and it hadn't even been five minutes. No other princess would have been found in such a state.

"This is awkward."

Hans mentally rolled his eyes. She barely realized? How lovely! Arendelle had to have a dense princess. "Uh…"

She hurriedly corrected herself, not wanting to offend him. "Not you're awkward, but just because we're...I'm awkward." She got off of him finally and he helped her up again. "You're gorgeous." Hans stared at her, wanting so badly to raise an eyebrow sarcastically. "Wait what?" She blushed, obviously just realizing what she said aloud.

Hans took it in stride. He needed to stay on her good side because she could have some influence over Queen Elsa. "I'd like to formally apologize for hitting the Princess of Arendelle with my horse...and for every moment after."

"No. No, no. It's fine. I'm not that Princess. I mean, if you'd hit my sister Elsa, it would be... yeash! Cause, you know..." Her voice drifted off as she patted his horse. "Hello." Looking back at him, she continued, "But, lucky you, it's...it's just me."

Hans chuckled. "Just you?" Indeed he was lucky then. She clearly had no self-esteem or confidence in herself. This was going to be easier than he thought, although it would be a pain pretending to like her and not wanting to upset her. It would all be worth it though.

She smiled at him, her eyes never leaving his face. Suddenly, the bells began to ring, announcing the start of the coronation. "The bells. The coronation. I... I...I better go. I have to go. I better go. Uh..." The Princess seemed to not know what to do. She turned to leave, but looked back and waved. "Bye!"

Hans leaped off the boat and mounted his horse once more, leaving the boat to fall over. He directed the horse in the direction of the castle. He too needed to go to the coronation, but for different reasons. Not to celebrate the ascension of Queen Elsa to the throne. But to get a glimpse of the Queen, of his prize. He needed to see what she was like. He hoped for the sake of his mind that she wasn't like her sister. Hans smirked. The play had a premature start, a little rough, but it had been handled. The curtain was up and the spotlight was on. Act One was about to begin and the Queen didn't know yet that she had a front row seat.

Credit is due to the writers and creator of Frozen for the majority of this scence and all the dialogue.

Also, I removed the part where Hans falls into the ocean because as this fic has a Dark Hans, much more evil than he is or is perceived in the movie, Hans is going to need to be graceful like any villain. I don't want him to be foolish.

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