A loud banging resonated from downstairs, followed by a cluster of voices. Anna must be back, Elsa thought. She debated about yelling down to Anna, but imagined the scenario in her mind and thought against it. Elsa decided it would go a little something like this:

Elsa would say, "Uhm, Anna? Can you come up here for a second?"

Anna would race up the stairs, hesitating at the door. "What do you need?", she'd ask.

Elsa would stutter for a second, then simply reply, "Please."

Anna would open the door, and take a minute to completely analyze the situation. She'd scream and run out the door, shutting it and closing her eyes. She'd lean her back against the door and take a minute to cool down and think about what she'd witnessed.

"Elsa….?" She'd say, a bit frightened. "What…. what the heck is going on?" Anna didn't like to swear unless situations got really intense. Elsa, unsure of what to reply, would stay silent until Anna repeated, "Elsa?"

Elsa would sigh and say, "Your ex-fiance sort of attempted to...um, harass me, so I kind of froze him? Just help me, please."

Anna would open the door again, slowly and unsurely. "H-how?" By now, Kristoff would be coming upstairs to see what was going on, and he'd pause in his tracks and probably pass out under the doorway.

Elsa stopped imagining the scenario. It was too humiliating just to think about it. Elsa could already feel the blood rushing to her face, even if no one was there; just her and the ice sculpture.

She'd have to figure this out by herself, then. The question was, how? The only method she knew of to unfreeze her ice was by love. If there was another solution, Elsa didn't know it.

So what would Elsa do? Telling Anna was absolutely not an option. Would she have to fall in love with Hans? Elsa examined the statue. Was there any possible way to fall in love with it?

From his weird-looking sideburns to his over-sized nose, and his retarded outfit and his- no way. Falling in love with Hans of Southern Isles was definitely out.

Then, what? Elsa tried to think of her sister. Maybe thinking of someone she did love would take her away from the current situation, and her feelings toward Anna would melt the asshole who was inside of her.

No matter how hard she thought about her sister- her adorable dimples, her glowing blue eyes, her fiery red hair- Elsa just couldn't melt him. He stayed frozen as a popsicle that had been left in the back of the refrigerator for two years, stiff as a brick and disgusting as hell. Which, Elsa realized, pretty much summed up Hans.

Light footsteps rang into the hallway outside of Elsa's room. Terrified, Elsa edged behind her bed as swiftly as possible with an icicle stuck in her pussy, and shut her eyes, breathing heavily. Anna's coming, oh god. She's gonna freak out ohcrapohcrap what do I do what do I do. After about two minutes had passed, she opened her eyes and looked to her right, wondering where Anna had gone.

Smacking her forehead, Elsa let go of the breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. Anna's room was just past hers, so she'd have to walk past Elsa's to reach hers. Of course. And Elsa hadn't heard any heavier footsteps follow Anna's, so Kristoff must have left.

Sighing heavily, Elsa stood up, painfully. Telling Anna was going to be the only thing to do. Elsa was about to open her door when she realized she had no clothes on. Quickly, Elsa pulled a t-shirt over her bare chest and struggled to pull on underwear and jeans. It was hopeless. They were covering her posterior but there was no way they could be adjusted to cover her front half.

It would have to do. Elsa couldn't stand having Hans inside of her any longer. She inched over to her door and opened it. She felt so exposed, out in the open, half-naked. The cold, empty hallway walls seemed to be closing in on her as she made her way to Anna's door. She paused in front of it, finally realizing what Anna must have felt like all those years ago. Elsa's heart was hammering so hard she wondered why Anna wasn't walking up to the door herself to find out what all the noise was.

Elsa raised her fist and knocked softly.

"Kristoff?" Anna called from inside.

"Uh- El-Elsa, actually," Elsa stammered.

"Oh! Well, this is a change. You knocking for once, right?" Elsa heard laughter. She swallowed. "What's up?"

"Oh, well-"

"Wait! Can this hold on for a minute? I need to get out of this dress. It's super itchy! How do people stand staying in these all day?"

Elsa just stepped back from her door and squeezed her eyes shut.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Elsa heard Anna walking to her door.

"Okay, what is i-" Anna stopped in her tracks, the door still mid-way from opening. Elsa looked at her, eyes wide, giving her a silent cry of help through her eyes.

"I…." Anna swallowed. "Is th-is that Hans?" she asked. Elsa nodded silently. "What the… what is… Elsa? Elsa, what is going on? This… this is a joke, right?"

Elsa shook her head slowly, her eyes still big as quarters.

"Explain," Anna demanded shortly, glancing shortly to their bottom half before shutting them quickly. She opened them again, this time focusing on Elsa's. "Please."

Elsa quickly told Anna the story, in the most non-scarring way she could. Anna just listened silently in terror.

"Please, help me. I-I don't know what to do," Elsa finished.

Anna stared at her. "Um." She opened her mouth, and closed it quickly. She swallowed. "Well-" She closed her eyes and rubbed them with her hands. She dragged her hands over her face and dropped them by her sides. "So, love is the only thing that you know of that could unfreeze this guy?'

Elsa nodded.

Anna forced a smile. "Then, we're gonna have to find your true love."