Hans could see them standing together, the sisters of Arendelle. They were standing close yet so far away from each other. It was as if they weren't that close as sisters. Queen Elsa was speaking to her sister, their voices low. Hans swished the liquid in his glass, his expression angry. He would do anything to know what they were saying. He watched as the Duke of Weselton approached the royal sisters. He offered his hand to dance, the Queen evidently being his target. Hans smirked as the Duke ended up with Princess Anna. It was what the jerk deserved; after all, he was a bit too keen on Arendelle as if he owned the kingdom. Seeing an opening for another conversation with the dear Queen, he downed the rest of his drink and placed it on a random table. He strode towards the Queen, who was laughing at her sister with the Duke. He could do this. It was nothing impossible.

"Hello again." He kept his tone friendly. There were no guards to stop him from saying something that could be repeated as a scandal. "Quite a turnout, isn't it? My congratulations!"

Her head turned to face him, her expression that of confusion. "Thank you."

"That's all we ever say to each other, huh? I compliment you and you respond with gratitude. A bit boring. We should get to know each other more. Let's be done with the endless formalities."

She stared at him. "We've barely met." Her tone seemed to be scolding him.

"Exactly, we need to get to know each other better."

Her eyes narrowed. "I don't think that would be appropriate. You must have gotten the wrong impression."

Hans bit his lip. This wasn't good. He had to do damage control now. "I think you've gotten the wrong impression." His face was a mask of surprise and bewilderment.

She looked taken aback. "I'm sorry?"

"Your Majesty, I was only offering my friendship, nothing more. I did not think my words would be perceived in such an inappropriate manner. I can only ask you to pardon me for saying anything that could have put that thought in your head." Hans bowed his head, wishing for this conversation to be over. As the sister evidently didn't want him, there was no point in speaking with her ever again.

"Of course, I shouldn't have assumed," she replied slowly and softly.

Hans smiled. "I better be off before they assume something entirely untrue." He did not want for a response and just left, grabbing a glass of wine. He was in an awful mood due to that insufferable Queen. He hoped, however, that she believed everything he said because now, he had to get her sister to love him. He also had to wait a bit before saying anything to Princess Anna as it would look suspicious.

"Prince Hans! Your Royal Highness!" cried out a foreign official. He grabbed his shoulder to turn him around. "We missed you during the coronation, Your Highness."

Hans smiled politely at the group of men. "I was in the back. I came in too late to get a good seat."

One of the men laughed. "Should've sent a servant to save you a seat. The Queen looked rather beautiful. You missed a chance." He winked humorously.

"You are seemingly forgetting yourself, sir." His tone was cold and unforgiving. He knew he shouldn't have snapped, but the effect of the rejection was still upon him.

It didn't matter anyway as the man obviously had too many drinks. He just laughed again. "I guess chivalry is not dead in your case, Your Highness."

Hans raised an eyebrow and glanced at the other officials. "It would be for the best if you got him out of here before he does something he'll regret."

Another man nodded and they began dragging the drunk away. The official who had stopped him in the first place stayed with Hans, his face filled with worry. "He wasn't supposed to come, you know? Doesn't do well with parties and drinks. But someone got sick last minute and well, we decided to bring him." He frowned. "Probably wasn't the best decision. We won't make the same mistake again, Your Highness."

Hans nodded. "He wasn't offending me though, sir, but rather, the Queen. I doubt she'd appreciate being talked about in such a way. It's indecent. It was only right to stop him before he got any further."

"Of course, Your Highness." He bowed slightly. "Your consideration for others is to be admired."

"I'm sure you would have done the same." Hans noticed Princess Anna with her sister once again. How long had they been standing there? And did Queen Elsa say anything about him to her sister? That could easily ruin his chances of ending up with Princess Anna.

Following his gaze, the official continued, "They are lovely though, aren't they? Both of them."

"Well, it is coronation day," said Hans. Princess Anna looked murderous. He wondered what her sister could have said to make her angry.

"True." The official chuckled. "How's your father by the way? He's not here, is he?"

"No, he's not," murmured Hans as he lost sight of the Princess. He faced the official, forcing a smile on his face. "But I'm glad he sent me here. Arendelle is a beautiful kingdom."

"Yes, it-oh dear!" The official stumbled as the Princess bumped into him and began to fall.

Hans reached out to grab her before she fell to the ground. "Glad I caught you."

"Hans!"

He gave the drink to a passing waiter and spun her away for a dance.

"I often had the whole parlor to myself to slide..." Princess Anna sipped her drink delicately.

She gestured with her hands, accidentally hitting him. "Oops. Sorry."

"Your physique helps I'm sure too," she said, walking with him around the grounds.

Hans noticed the white streak in her hair. Did she dye her hair and mess up? If so, what was her original hair color? "What's this?" He pointed to her hair.

"I was born with it. Although I dreamt I was kissed by a troll."

A troll? Really? Hans mentally rolled his eyes. "I like it," he lied. He'd have to convince her to get rid it though when they got married.

She handed him a pastry. "Yeah, The whole thing! You got it."

Hans took a deep breath before stuffing the pastry in his mouth as she so kindly demonstrated before. He forced himself to laugh with her as it would soon be worth it.

"Okay. Wait, wait. So you have how many brothers?" she asked, incredulously.

"Twelve older brothers." Demons, actually. "Three of them pretended I was invisible...literally, for two years." And he would be the one with the last laugh when they came to his coronation as King of Arendelle.

"That's horrible."

Hans smiled. "It's what brothers do."

"And sisters. Elsa and I were really close when we were little. But then, one day she just shut me out, and...and I never knew why." Her face grew with sadness.

Hans took her hand and replied gently, "I would never shut you out."

"Can I say something crazy?" asked Hans, ready to finalize this relationship. He kneeled down and took her hand. "Will you marry me?"

She easily answered, "Can I say something even crazier? Yes."

He got up, smiling. That was simple. Unlike Elsa and her stupid formalities. Oh well, she was smart, so he shouldn't have expected anything different. But everything was done with now. He got the gullible sister instead. "That's great!"

"Oh my God, we need to plan everything and we'll need my sister's blessing. What flowers do you like?" She went off in a tangent, different ideas popping in her head.

"Um, well-"

"Oh it doesn't matter. I'm sure we'll like the same ones. We are perfect together." Princess Anna grinned.

He was going to regret this. Why couldn't Queen Elsa be under his spell like her sister? He would have preferred to deal with the cool, calm sister. "Princess An-"

She waved him off. "We'll have to get rid of that! Just call me Anna." She gasped. "Oh and my dress! We'll need to make sure the outfits match."

Hans sighed. There was no way to stop her, was there? "Anna, aren't-"

"Where will we have it? Do you want it here or at your parents' palace?" Anna looked at him intently. "Come on, Hans! I can't plan it all by myself!" She laughed.

"Anna, let's just start with the basics and then plan the small details. What do we need to get done first?"

"Oh ok, well, let's get my sister's blessing! We'll need to inform her, of course! I mean, can you imagine not telling your own sibling? Or in your case, siblings." She dragged him by his arm, taking him inside.

"Wait, hold on. Your sister?" His stomach gave a lurch. He couldn't face her again so soon after their 'conversation.'

"Yeah, Elsa. Come on, she'll love you!"

Hans scoffed. Well, she didn't. "Do we really need her blessing though? Can't we just get married?"

Anna stared at him and gave him an encouraging smile. "Are you nervous about meeting her? Is it because she's a Queen? Don't worry about it. I was really nervous at first, but she's really cool."

"I don't think we should try to take the night away from her. This is her coronation. Let her have this day for herself. We shouldn't be selfish."

She looked confused. "Selfish?"

"Yes," continued Hans. This could just work if he used the right words. "This is your sister. You haven't seen her in forever. Let her enjoy herself. You want her to be happy, don't you?"

"Of course! She'll be so happy to know that I found true love. She's my sister. What makes me happy, makes her happy too. That's the way with siblings! But you know that, of course, with twelve brothers!" Anna marched in the direction of her sister.

Hans swallowed. No, he didn't. But it didn't matter. In a few seconds, he would be in front of the Queen of Arendelle, announcing his engagement to her sister, the Princess of Arendelle. The same Queen who he tried to win two hours ago and probably had a bad image of him if she did not believe his lies about friendship and such. He could only hope his next conversation with Queen Elsa would turn out better than his last. He doubted he'd be able to fix anything this time if things went wrong.

Credit is due to the writers and creators of Frozen for the short scenes with Anna. The rest of dialogue is of my creation.

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