Hans stood next to Anna as she laid in the bed, completely unconscious. He had to at least act like he cared for her in order to avoid causing any suspicion. Her face was red and she shivered occasionally in her bed. Kristoff stood in the corner of the room. He would do as the princess had demanded, but he would make sure that the prince completely understand who was in charge of everything. He knew about that mountain and the freckled male knew nothing in that subject. He looked over at the man next to the bed, trying to figure him out with his eyes. Hans had seemed so against being with princesses when he was younger, it seemed odd for him to be there pursuing one. He didn't know what to say for quite some time, so he remained quiet until he could find some words.

"We should get going now… I have a place we can stay a little ways from here, but I don't want to be near the wolves." Kristoff said. The way he spoke made him sound as though he wasn't even talking to anyone in particular. Hans rolled his eyes before he turned to face the harvester, beginning to walk over towards him.

"Fine, but don't expect me to lie with you tonight…" Hans practically snarled as he walked out of the room and through the doorway. He buttoned up his white riding-jacket and headed towards the front of the building. Kristoff followed after. He was concerned about this journey. He hoped to be compensated as a followup since he would be losing some of his precious business time because of hunting down the queen of Arendelle. She appeared to be powerful, and he didn't know if he and Hans would even be able to convince her to return to her home.

When Kristoff finally managed to find his way out of the castle, he saw Hans standing next to his sled. Sven was tied up at a small barn close to there, and he didn't think that his best friend would be very happy to see the heartless prince. He lead the prince over to the barn silently as he pulled the old sled behind him.

"Go ahead and get into the sled… Wait out here for a moment." The harvester instructed. Hans did as he was told and settled himself down on the wooden bench, crossing his legs. It had been so much warmer earlier in the day and he certainly didn't pack for how cold it was at that moment. He shivered wearing the thin riding jacket he had worn for the party. It definitely wasn't supposed to be this cold this time of year. He figured that perhaps this area was chilly as a result of all the ice that the new queen of Arrendelle had left behind after her sudden outburst. He hadn't expected it and that truly had thrown a wrench into his plans. The Prince would have to figure something out if he was still to marry Anna. He knew he had to for the sake of the Southern Isles. Power was the name of the game and it always had been. He watched Kristoff come out of the barn with his reindeer. It was clear that Sven was unpleasantly surprised to see him there.

Hans was still trying to plan out what he was going to do riding next to this man for the next few days. Although he certainly hoped it wouldn't take more than a few days, he was almost certain that it would. His eyes wandered over to the harvester again. He didn't look too much different than he had all that time ago. He was a little taller and had managed to become more muscled than he had been before. His face appeared more mature and so did everything else. One of the first things that Kristoff had noticed about Hans was that his figure wasn't as feminine as it had been before. His shoulders had broadened a bit and he stood tall like a man should. He had managed to fill in in a way that didn't make his hips look wider compared to everything else, but his rear was still plump and round as it had been so many years ago. Even though the harvester still carried a strong dislike for the prince, that didn't mean that he couldn't have a good time staring at him. He cursed himself for being so attracted to the way the other looked. He simply had to remind himself of all of the horrible things the other had told him to make him forget about all of that.

Kristoff prepared Sven for their journey before he joined Hans on the sled. The prince instinctively scooted away from him despite the fact that he was cold and would only become colder when they started moving. Hans felt so awkward like this. He knew Kristoff didn't like him, and he certainly wasn't fond of him either. An entire hour went by before the harvester decided to speak to the freckled prince.

"So you're going to marry that princess?" He asked, raising a brow as he glanced over at the other.

"Yes."

"Do you love her?" There was a bit of a pause.

"Yes." Hans lied, turning away from the other.

"Do you really love her?" He asked again, except his skepticism oosed through his tone this time.

"Yes, dammit! Why are you asking me so many questions? What do you know about love anyways?!" Hans asked frustratingly, huffing a bit afterwards. The last words he he spoke dripped with a certain poisonous hint to it. Kristoff shrugged in response to the other's fiery reaction to his question. He thought that it was his business to ask the other about this, but then it hit him suddenly that the matter really had nothing to do with him. Hans wasn't his. It wasn't his job to ask him questions, worry about him, and make sure that he makes good decisions. He reached a hand into the back of the sleigh, still holding onto the reins with a hand. The prince was surprised when he was suddenly hit with a blanket.

"Hey...Watch it." He mumbles, becoming a bit flushed now. Why would the other care if he was cold or not? It was none of his concern. Although he didn't show it, he was quite grateful for what the other had given him. The younger of the two wrapped himself up in the thick fur blanket, occasionally hiding his face in it to protect himself from the frigid air. He turned and pressed his back against Kristoff's shoulder, not wanting to face him, but not wanting to face the direction they were moving in either.

Both of the men were quiet until they reached the place where they would be spending the night. Hans had managed to drift into a soft sleep as they had been riding for quite some time. The harvester gave a little sigh when he noticed that the other was no longer awake. He picked the prince up and held him gently, trying to avoid waking him because he figured that he would be a lot easier to deal with being asleep. He stepped into the little cabin. The only thing that was separate was the bathroom, which was tiny itself. There was a small bed not too far away from the little fireplace, a loveseat, and a table with a few chairs in front of it. The place wasn't luxury by any standards. It smelt as though it hadn't been used very often at all and it smelt a little wet as well. The working man had stayed in worse places than this though. He laid the prince down on the bed that had a few sheets on it to separate it's occupant from the cool mattress. Kristoff went outside next and tied Sven up in the barn.

"Kristoff, buddy, you need to try and get along with him. This is a very imporrtant mission you know." The harvester spoke in a deep voice, imitating how he figured his reindeer would sound.

"C'mon, Sven… You know how awful a person he is, but I guess you're right. I'll have to be here with him and he'd be a lot more tolerable if he didn't get so upset over things. I'll be happy when I don't have to see him." He spoke again, but this time in his regular tone of voice.

"You know that you'll miss him when all of this over… Even though you say you hate him, you missed him all those years."

"Shut up about that… You can miss and hate someone at the same time, but I don't miss him. You don't know what you're talking about.. Goodnight." He mumbled before he finally went back into the little cabin. There was some wood sitting outside of the barn and he figured that now would definitely be a good time to start a fire. After he had managed to get the fire started he plopped down on the loveseat. He took off his cold, damp jacket and indulged himself in the radiating heat. It wasn't very long though until he heard some stirring from behind him. Hans was moving about on the little bed.

"Kristoff? Come here." He demanded in a tired little voice. The harvester couldn't even really decide if the prince was awake or not he sounded so groggy. He did go over to the little bed just to make sure though.

"Lie with me." Hans says, scooting in closer to the wooden wall that was on one of the sides of the bed. Kristoff sighed softly and joined the other on the small bed that could barely fit the both of them. He covered himself in the blanket that the other had been wrapped in previously,. He wrapped a singular arm around the prince, who in this moment rolled back over to face him and snuggled his face into his broad chest. Considering the prince had stated earlier that he wasn't going to lay next to him at night, there they were, indulging in each other's warmth.

The harvester didn't sleep very long throughout the night. This was one of his survival mechanisms that he had learned to adopt. It was always best not to get into too deep a sleep. He wanted to make sure that Hans hadn't tried anything sneaky, but he slept solidly through the night. Kristoff did finally get out of bed early in the morning after having to fight himself to avoid doing anything he would regret. He added some more wood to the fire as he had been doing throughout most of the night. They would have to leave soon, so now would probably be a good time to awaken the freckled redhead that still slept on the bed.

"Hey, princess, it's time to leave." He said, reaching over to shake the other's shoulder a bit, only to have his hand swatted away. A little grin had formed on the harvester's lips.

"Don't touch me, dammit." The prince mumbled, sitting up in the bed and stretching his arms up. The bed hadn't been of very high quality, so his back was quite sore. He got out of bed and pulled on his boots.

"That wasn't what you said last night when you made me lie in bed with you." Kristoff said, a relatively smug look on his face. Hans gasped softly and threw a pillow at the other.

"I-I did not! I must have been talking in my sleep. You're such an idiot." The prince pouted a little bit, his face turning a bright red. The color even tinged his ears a bit. The harvester was having to stop himself from laughing. He couldn't hate the other when he was like this. He found the little pout and his denial really adorable. Kristoff put out the fire and left the old little cabin with Hans, who was still pouting with his arms crossed over his chest, following close behind him. It didn't take long until they were off again. It was even colder than it had been the night before, and that truly did worry the harvester. The prince was once again wrapped up in the thick blanket that the other carried around and had leaned against his side, wanting his warmth in addition to that the blanket provided. They still had a long ways to go until the next village. Maybe some people there would know where Elsa had gone. Kristoff truly hoped that they would.