AN: This may just be the first fic I actually finish since 2009 I hope y'all appreciate that. I love my reviewers, and followers, and all the people who put me on their alert lists. 3 Thanks for reading this, I really hope you like it. Also; Horsies.

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Elsa put her cold hand to her burning face, trying to resist the blush high on her cheeks as she looked in the hand mirror, wondering what it was that men, especially Hans, saw in her. She sighed and placed the mirror down. Frost was covering the reflective surface anyway.

Hans was rushing down the hallway, feeling so stupid for giving in to her like that. It was obvious he was going to be rejected, he knew it from the start. No woman wanted a man who tried to kill her. He knew it was reasonable, and he hated himself for it. "Oh, you stupid, stupid idiot!" Hans berated himself, dashing his hands against his forehead. Elsa probably hated him more now.

He headed outside to take a walk, knowing full well the guards should have been with him and it would be considered an escape attempt. Hans got as far as the stables, before he was stopped by a guard.

"I'm just visiting the horses." He said, softly, trying to put him at ease. A bandaged and gloved hand reached out to pet the nose of one dappled brown mare. "See?" The horse responded as if it had known him before and nuzzled the prince's wrist looking for treats. The guard, who looked younger than Hans himself, allowed it, standing by the only way to leave the small building. He knew he'd be trapped in there, but it was better than being ridiculed by the queen or set up for more 'interrogations'.

"Right? You're a finer girl than Elsa.." Hans murmured to the horse, petting her face. The horse nudged his bandaged cheek, sniffing it with curiosity before attempting to bite it. Hans laughed genuinely, and pressed his forehead to the equine beast's neck, breathing slowly and relaxing, almost feeling as if he was at home and this beautiful mare was Sitron.

Elsa was pacing in her bedroom, more or less panicking over what Hans had meant. Clearly, he must be crazy, because she wasn't anything particularly special. Just a monster. A rather thick layer of ice was creeping up the walls, as if to protect her from the outside world. Before the ice could seal the door shut, a guard stepped in.

"My Queen, we found Prince Hans in the stable with one of the horses. He was trying to escape on horseback."

Really? Elsa bit her lip. "Bring him to me. But try not to hurt him. He's still healing."

The guard looked at her strangely for that second order but obeyed willingly. Hans was brought in, wearing no coat or ascot or vest. His sleeves were rolled up to reveal the bandages going further up his arm than Elsa herself remembered then being. Hay was in his hair. At least he was caught wearing shoes.

"What is this my guards told me about you trying to escape?" Elsa stood up straighter than before, knowing she was in the right here and Hans was wrong.

"I was.. Simply admiring your horses, my queen." Hans spoke evenly, not betraying a trace of the frustration he felt inside.

"Which one did you attempt to steal?"

Hans stiffened, knowing he had been caught. "Your dappled mare. She was beautiful."

Elsa crossed the room, turning away from him. "Aja. That's her name. She was a gift from my father. The last one."

He felt as if he were sinking. "I apologize."

She held up her hand to silence him. "Don't bother. I don't much ride anymore anyway."

Hans sighed. "She is a beautiful horse and deserves to be rode. You and I should go riding."

Elsa turned to look at him suddenly. "Why? So you can try to run like you were trying to run away before?" Her eyes were cold. "Did our conversation, if you could even call it that, move you to try to get as far from me as you possibly could?"

"Elsa, I.."

She rounded on him, furious. "You, what, thought you could distract me with sweet nothings before you stole my horse and escaped my custody?"

Hans hadn't realized she'd be upset since he stormed out of the room without seeing if she was alright after. "I should be the one who is upset since you spurned every chance I give you to actually act like husband and wife."

"We are not yet married!" Elsa answered, voice shrill.

"That doesn't mean we can't get used to acting like it!"

Hans stepped toward her.

Elsa didn't notice, too busy yelling out: "What makes you think I even want to?"

He put his hands about her waist. "Elsa."

"Why are you so intent making me fall in love with you?"

"Elsa!" His voice was more forceful.

She didn't respond to the sound of her name.

"Why do I want to trust you?"

Her voice rose with each question.

"Elsa!" He just about yelled. That snapped her back to reality, her frantic episode broken.

"What?"

"This." He pulled her close against him and kissed her deeply.

Instead of fighting back, her arms slowly went around his shoulders, and her whole body relaxed against his, like all of the pressure and anxiety built up had just released in a whoosh of pent up frustration. Elsa's hand slid up the back of the prince's neck, nails threading up and through his hair, as the kiss deepened. Finally, finally, they had to come up for air. She just stared vacantly at him, as if coming to terms with the fact that her first real kiss was with a man she was supposed to hate.

"Elsa, my queen, I—"

The Queen punched him hard, pulling back and breathing fast. "How dare you?"

Hans could not believe what he was hearing, a hand clapped over his bleeding nose.

"You kissed me back?" He repeated himself, letting the fact sink in.

"You kissed me back."

Elsa wiped her mouth with both of her hands, before looking back up at him. After a long pause where she gathered her wits about her, she finally managed to speak.

"Prince Hans.. If you take me to the Southern Isles as a wedding gift, in exchange you may keep Aja... A-as my wedding gift to you."

Hans looked at her as if she was a goddess, his entire face lighting up, as he cupped her cheeks in his mangled hands and kissed her again. "Oh, Elsa, I love you."

That got the Queen to shove him off as hard as she could. "No, you don't. You're a liar, and a bad one at that. Don't touch me without permission again."

Hans let out a soft exhale as he was forced to obey, the air hissing through his teeth. One step forward, two steps back.