Pt 2 - Chapter Two

Do I love her? Do I want to love her? But what if she doesn't love me? Of course she won't love me, am I stupid? What should I do to get her attention? How do I show her I'm sorry? But what if it's all for nothing? What if she's only teaching me to love because she wants me not to hurt anyone? I'm getting my hopes u, aren't I? She'll never give me another chance, right?

Hans was getting a headache, all these thoughts were swirling around in his head. Did he even want to love Elsa? Yes.

Well, at least he had decided one thing; he wanted to love Elsa, even if he didn't know how. All he knew was that all his thoughts of the future had her in it. And he couldn't imagine life without her.

And another thing that had been on his mind, how soft her hands were, when she had hesitantly pulled him up; Elsa's hands had been so soft. And when he had brushed the snowflakes out of her silky hair, he had always loved her hair. And how he would love to run his fingers through it, get his hands tangled in her silvery tresses-

Hans sighed, his thoughts were running away with him... again.

He had been staying at the castle for almost a week now, and Elsa hadn't really started to do any teaching yet, he wondered how she would do it... Maybe she would sit him down in the library or one of the rooms and act like a teacher; go through all the steps of loving and explain them all in detail. Then maybe he could put what he had learnt to the test, and love Elsa.

Or perhaps she would give him a little bit of information each day, and he would be left to put the puzzle pieces together. He didn't quite know how Elsa would do it, but he knew she would do a great job.

It wasn't long before Hans sought out the Queen, to ask her of when his lessons would begin.

'Elsa?'

'Hello Hans.'

'So, when are you going to teach me?'

'I already am.'

'You are?' He asked, genuinely surprised, she had given him no clues as to how and when she was doing the teaching. Maybe she was doing it in his sleep? Putting the advice into his dreams so he would wake up a changed man.

'Yes, I am.' Elsa said, with a small secretive smile.

'But how?'

'You'll know soon enough.'

And with that, she was gone.

Later on that afternoon, Elsa had suggested that they go out for a picnic into the gardens, and she said that she would continue to teach him there.

So that ruled out in his sleep, unless she was going to hypnotise him or something. Or maybe she was counting on the warm summer sun lulling him to sleep so she could teach?

Either way, it didn't matter to Hans. He went up to his room and had a shower, he then changed into something else, and went outside. He soon saw the blonde, and she waved him over, he sat down on the picnic blanket with her. Luckily, on his way down, he had passed through a bed of flowers, and he had picked her a pretty flower.

It wasn't a date or anything, but he had still felt the need to. Before she could take it, however, he slid it into her hair, and it rested just above and in front of her ear. Elsa had almost recoiled at the touch, but refrained.

After they had eaten, and Elsa still hadn't said anything about her lessons, Hans laid down on the blanket. He pulled Elsa to lay down with him, and before she knew what was happening, she and Hans were both rolling down the hill and heading straight for the lake.

However, Elsa had her eyes squeezed closed, and so didn't see the lake approaching, she therefore had no time to freeze the water, so they both went splashing into the lake.

Elsa and Hans sat up in the lake, their hair was sopping, and the dripping petals of the flower, falling in Elsa's face. Hans moved closer, and brushed it out of her hair.

Elsa was so close, so close that he could have kissed.

Should I kiss her?

Elsa didn't even flinch slightly at his touch as he moved more of her hair out of her face that had fallen.

All it would take would be for me to close the distance between us.

But he didn't. He stood up instead, and held out his hand which she gingerly took, considering the close proximity they had been in moments before. And he helped her up.

The tension in the air was thick, but despite it all, Elsa laughed. She tilted her head to the side, and swept some sort of water plant out of Hans' hair.

'What time is it?' Hans asked, looking up at the sky.

'I'd say around three, look,' Elsa pointed to the sun, 'when we got here it was over there. Time really does fly when you're having fun.' Elsa said without thinking. Her eyes widened slightly at her remark, but she wasn't worried once she had seen Hans' beam.

'I had fun too.'

A/N: Aw poor Hans sounds like he has a widdle crushy on Elsa .

I want to get some more Helsa in this! I've been bursting with ideas this half term, but i'm not at the right point in the fic to write them! D:

So whaddya think about Elsa's 'teaching', i wanted Hans to sound like a young child when he was thinking about the possibilities haha, any other 'ideas' you guys have that Hans can conjure up out of his imagination on how Elsa is teaching him to love? What do you think she's doing?

Reviews would be appreciated, please forgive spag errors, its midnight... well half past actually xD