I'm kind of getting bored with the movie plot now. It's gets annoying having to reference the movie so many times, so I rushed this chapter a bit. Sorry if it seems sloppy then. Anyway, after this chapter, movie plot is done and we can begin the fun part.

Thank you for reading!

Hans stared at the elegant ice palace looming above them. He was in awe; who knew ice could be so beautiful? Every part of the structure was perfectly designed and looked fantastic. Elsa sure knew her stuff. He didn't know what he wanted to find inside the palace. Would it be better to have Anna dead or lost forever? For once, he was not prepared.

Hans leaped off his horse, addressing the men accompanying him. "We are here to find Princess Anna. Be on guard, but no harm is to come to the Queen." At least not yet. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," they answered in unison.

He marched confidently to the staircase, his amazement still evident. The ice looked like crystal, making it look only more stunning. Suddenly, a creature of some sort jumped out from the snow. It was a large snowman, an obvious defense for the palace. He drew out his sword, ready to fight. Hans wanted to slap himself; he should have thought of this. Of course Elsa would place protection around her fortress. She was a Queen!

He didn't have time to dwell on this as the snowman pushed his mean, including himself, out of the way. Hans got up in a rush, his eyes taking notice of Elsa at the doorway for a second.

"The Queen!" a man stated, determination on his face. Hans recognized him as one of the Duke's men; he had to keep an eye on them for surely the Duke was up to no good. "Come on." The man rushed along with his fellow soldier inside.

Hans focused on defeating Elsa's monster-rather creation. He could hear the shouting of the men and their stamping feet inside. He wondered what was going on in there.

"No! Please!" It was Elsa. The Queen.

Hans' head snapped up, his eyebrows furrowed. What just happened? What were they doing to her? This was bad, quite terrible. He couldn't have her dead, not right now. All the blame would be on him. He just had to see what was happening. He had to assess the situation. Hearing the warning cries of his men, he looked back up, surprised. The snowman was almost on top of him; he was going to die. This was the end. Hans grasped his sword and swung with all his might. The sword passed through the leg quite easily, causing the snowman to fall over.

He got up, his men surrounding him. He dismissed their help and sprinted up the stairs, slipping a bit. He couldn't bring himself to speak. He could only hear the noise above.

"Fire. Fire!" One of the Duke's men.

"Get her." The other soldier.

Hans entered the room, taking a quick scan of it. One man was stuck by a bunch of icicles. The other was outside in the cold breeze, about to fall by a mass of ice. Elsa was standing in the center of the room, a terrible expression on her face. Her hands were outstretched, commanding the ice with just the slightest movements.

She almost looked cruel.

"Queen Elsa!" His voice was desperate, one that could be interpreted as pleading "Don't be the monster they fear you are!"

Her breathing seemed to stop as she slowly glanced around. It appeared as though she finally knew what she was doing. The ice mass stopped and she did as well. She looked as though the world's weight was upon her only moments ago. She was just so tired that Hans pitied her.

His quick eyes took notice of the crossbow being ready to fire and he dashed near the man, aiming the crossbow out of Elsa's range. Instead, the arrow hit the chandelier, falling towards Elsa. She moved out of the way, but not fast enough. Hans winced as she fell down by her own creation. Her own palace had failed her.

"Get them," he ordered to his men. "Take them back to the castle and make sure they are dealt with." His tone was cold and unforgiving. His plans were ruined because of this, but he could make this work. Maybe.

"Sir," replied one of the men hesitantly. "What about the Queen?"

Hans let out a deep breath. "I'll take care of her." He walked over to his limp body, the ice broken into pieces on top of her. He brought his arms around her, lifting Elsa up. Her skin was as cold as expected and he could feel her steady and slow heartbeat through his clothes. Her breathing was soft, but brought a puff of cold air against his face often. Taking careful steps, he went downstairs, following his men. It would be impossible to bring her back to the castle on a horse safely. They would have to make the trip on foot. Hans informed the men of his decision, but they simply agreed with little protest and took his horse with them. He began the trek with Elsa never moving a bit.

He could see her struggle against the chains on her hands. It was distressing to watch, but he had to take the precaution. She would probably escape otherwise. Nodding towards the guard, the door was opened for him and he entered. He saw the recognition in her eyes, but how much did she remember?

"Why did you bring me here?" she asked, distraught.

"I couldn't just let them kill you," he said, speaking the truth for the first time.

"But I'm a danger to Arendelle. Get Anna." She sounded weaker than before as if she had given up.

Hans wanted to laugh, or actually, he wanted to feel the desire to laugh, but it never came up. Why did he have some sympathy for her? Why now? "Anna has not returned." She turned away from him, staring out the window at the frozen fjord. "If you would just stop the winter, bring back summer. Please." His voice was smooth, emotions bursting out of it. He bit his lip, uncertain with what was going on. He was feeling nothing, no motivation to make her life hell. None whatsoever. "Gail," he muttered under his breath. "Come on now, Gail!" There. There it was. The stark black hair. The cold eyes. The elegant crown.

Elsa took no notice of him. She was too involved with her own demons. "Don't you see, I can't. You have to tell them to let me go."

"I'll do what I can." He turned around and walked out, a smirk blooming on his face. It was back. He was back.

He was speaking with some of the dignitaries; they were being most unhelpful though, trying to advise him. "I'm going back out to look for Princess Anna."

"You cannot risk going out there again," protested one of them, his French accent evident.

"If anything happens to her..." he replied wearily. He needed to know whether or not she was dead. Once he knew that, he could deal with Elsa.

"If anything happens to the Princess, you are all Arendelle has left."

The doors open in rush and several people entered, mainly servants. "He's in here. Prince Hans," said the older one, holding Princess Anna up.

"Anna!" Hans ran to her side and picks her up. Her hair was completely white now and her skin was like ice, sort of like Elsa's, but a tad more darker as if it didn't belong. "You're so cold."

"Hans, you have to kiss me." She was in a frenzy.

He looked surprised, not expecting this at all. "What?"

"Now! Now!" she declared, seemingly crazy.

"Slow down." He laughed, trying to sort through the confusion. The servants began to leave, smiles appearing on their faces. The dignitaries followed, their faces not amused. "What happened out there?"

"Elsa struck me with her powers," she answered.

This was Elsa's doing? The one who just asked for her sister moments ago? "You said she'd never hurt you."

"I was wrong." Her voice was low. She doubled over in pain.

"Anna?" He picked her up sets her down on the couch nearby. Why did Elsa have to have magical powers? It just made everything much more complicated. He sat by her, waiting for an explanation.

"She froze my heart and only an act of true love can save me," continued Anna.

"A true love's kiss," whispered Hans. She actually believed in him, in his fake love. She loved him. How amusing. He stroked her face gently and leaned in to kiss her, just to play along, but then stopped. This was going to be entertaining. "Oh, Anna. If only there was someone out there who loved you."

"What?" She looked utterly shocked. He got up and walked towards the window. "You said you did," she said, not wanting to believe her ears. Her statement stood out like an accusation. A challenge.

And Hans took it.

He closed the curtains; it wouldn't do good to let the people see their poor princess dying. They might save her. "As thirteenth in line in my own kingdom, I didn't stand a chance. I knew I'd have to marry into the throne somewhere." He stopped his story there, not wanting to say anymore.

"What...what are you talking about?" She seemed to think it was a game, some sort of trick.

"As heir, Elsa was preferable, of course, but no one was getting anywhere with her. But you..." His voice drifted off.

"Hans?"

"You were so desperate for love, you were willing to marry me, just like that. I figured, after we married, I'd have to stage a little accident for Elsa." He grabbed a pitcher of water from the table and poured the water on the fireplace, putting the fire out. He could hear Anna fall to the floor. It was just a game, little Anna. Just a game.

"Hans. No, stop," she objected as if hearing his unspoken words.

"But then she doomed herself, and you were dumb enough to go after her."

"Please." There it was. The begging. The pleading. Thankfully none of the remorse and pity he had with Elsa was there.

"All that's left now is to kill Elsa and bring back summer," finished Hans easily.

"You're no match for Elsa." There's strength in her voice, something Hans hasn't heard ever since he met her.

There's a laugh in his throat, ready to burst free. Hans walked over to Anna and bended down, taking her chin in his hand. "No, you're no match for Elsa." He can play with her, just as he did with her sister. Except it will just be a bit more difficult. But a lot more fun. "I, on the other hand, am the hero who is going to save Arendelle from destruction." He turned and walked towards the door

"You won't get away with this." Where was this confidence coming from? She was about to die!

He opened the door and glanced at her. "Oh, I already have." He didn't wait for her response, rather he just locked the door. He could hear her crawling over and trying to open the door. He could hear her desperate voice calling for help. He could hear it all the way to the hall with the dignitaries where he fakes a grieving lover and they all lap it up.

Hans sprinted out into the blizzard once more. It was getting stronger, but that didn't matter. Elsa apparently escaped; at least that was what the guards said. He gritted his teeth, absolutely frustrated and fed up with this kingdom. They couldn't get anything done at all.

He could see a figure walking slowly in the storm, their head down and posture slouched. It could only be the Queen. Who else would be outside right now? He already got rid of the insufferable sister back at the castle. No one else in their right mind would be here. He hurried over, wanting to get this over with. She spotted him, but her face reveals only determination. "Elsa! You can't run from this!"

"Just take care of my sister!" she replied, her voice rising.

"Your sister? She returned from the mountain weak and cold. She said that you froze her heart." It was as close to the entire truth and that was certainly good enough for him. Besides, he wanted to see a broken Elsa. Anna was born with flaws in her personality. Elsa had her powers, but they weren't flaws. He had to see Gail—no, Elsa in an emotional wreck.

"No." There was disbelief written all over her face.

Yes, it was coming… "I tried to save her, but it was too late. Her skin was ice, her hair turned white." He took pleasure in her reaction. There was no more sympathy now. "Your sister is dead...because of you."

"No," she repeated, falling to her knees in distraught. The blizzard stops and silence reigns around them. She begins to cry, not paying attention to her surroundings. She was a pool of emotions.

Hans smirked, his expression mirroring Elsa's in her palace. He took out his sword. It killed her snowman and now she would die as well. He raised it; if only Gail could see him now. If only his other brothers could. He would be King.

Hans!

Hans dismissed the noise from his head; it couldn't have been the younger Gail. It was just a trick. He prepared to lower the sword; this was his moment. He closed his eyes and brought down the sword. He could hear feet coming his way. It was over. Too late to save Elsa.

Hans!

No, Hans!

The noise grew louder. The footsteps came closer. And he made contact, the swords not going through her skin quickly as he expected, but the sword bounced back, a huge explosion ripping through his body from the impact, causing him to fall back.

Hans!

A weight is upon him. He cannot get up. His eyes won't open. Everything just slipped away.

"Gail, where are we going?" Hans is five and his childish voice shows it. He wore his court clothes and they felt very stuffy. He hated wearing them, but Gail asked him to. So he did. Now his brother was leading him somewhere. Somewhere nice he said.

"It's a surprise." Gail is not smiling; his face looks dangerous, but Hans is not afraid. He knows his brother. He would never hurt him. "Alright, close your eyes, Hans."

"Now?" he asked, giggling a bit. He feels so happy every time he's around Gail, even though Gail sometimes acts strangely. "Only if you smile." His own grin is already on his face.

Gail frowns, prompting a laugh from Hans. "Just close your eyes. I'll smile later when you smile from my surprise."

Hans closes his eyes, the sweet smelling air becoming more apparent to him. "Okay, I'm ready."

"Take my hand," his brother's voice ordered. Gail's hand feels rough, but at the same time, fragile. He guides him for a few minutes out in the country and then stops. "Open them."

Hans slowly cracks open his eyes and his vision adjusts to the bright sun beating down on him. In front of him, there's a brilliantly shining lake, the light reflecting off of it. He lets go of his brother's hand and walks gradually towards to the lake. He kneels down and scoops up some water.

"Hans!"

He turns his head, the water dripping from his hands. Hans squints to see his brother, the light gleaming off his crown. Gail is also dressed in fancy clothes, but he wears them better than Hans does. He looks like a King. "What?"

"I promised," he simply replied.

"Huh?" The confusion is evident on his face. "What do you mean?"

Gail doesn't answer. He just smiles.

Hans' gaze softens and he smiles back.

Hans!

Hans opened his eyes, blinking wildly. The sun was shining. There were people talking nearby. What happened? He got up tiredly and saw Anna. Anna? Wasn't she dead? And there was Elsa? He killed her; he definitely remembered that. The blond man has a death glare about him and was about to approach him before Anna stopped him. She walked over to him, an angry expression on her face.

"Anna?" He argued, "But she froze your heart."

"The only frozen heart around here is yours." She turned away from him. Elsa mirrored the same expression as she ordered the guards to take him away. Hans could only obey; he didn't know what else to do. He hadn't thought any of this would happen. He didn't plan enough.

He was taken to a ship with some of the more annoying dignitaries. He stood, listening to the conversation between the servant and the French diplomat.

"I will return this scoundrel to his country. We shall see what his twelve big brothers think of his behavior," declared the diplomat passionately.

"Arendelle thanks you, my Lord," replied the servant, ready to leave.

Hans snorted. This was entirely stupid. As if his brothers could correct his behavior. But he couldn't go back. Not now. Not like this. He had to do something. "Wait!"

The servant and diplomat turned to look at him, their hatred evident. "What do you want?"

"I want a fair trial. Right here. In Arendelle." He could only hope that they had that here. Not all countries adopted that rule.

"A trial?" asked the servant snidely.

"Yes," continued Hans. 'It's the just thing to do."

"Her Majesty doesn't need to be just to you." The servant frowned harshly. "After all, if you remember, you did attempt to kill her."

Hans mentally rolled his eyes. As if he could forget. "A trial with the dignitaries and diplomats of Arendelle as the deciding jury," he insisted. "Ask her. Ask the Queen. If she had a true heart, she would agree to my request. If she believes justice is on her side, then she has nothing to fear."

The servant sighed. "Fine. I shall ask her. But don't cry to me when she says no." He turned away. "Good day."

Hans smiled, receiving another scowl from the diplomat. Yes, it was certainly a good day, he thought, as he was escorted down to the castle and into a cell.