Hans for once just stood and admired the scenery by the cliff. After his life-changing experience as a dog, he spent more time than ever appreciating the simple things; colors, standing two legs, not having dogs trying to sniff his butt. You know; the simple things.

Hans took a breath of fresh air. The desire to stay, to have this as his home, overwhelmed him. As much as the prince hated to admit it, he was lonely. This place, with its striking beauty, was like a siren song to him.

But he had a duty to fulfill. Finding the heir to the throne of the Southern Isles. In retrospect, helping Sarah flee had been a bad idea. He had done it for mostly selfish reasons. But he was glad he hadn't murdered a pregnant woman. That's something he could never come back from.

His motivation for sending off Sarah had been... mixed. Yes, he wasn't exactly a brute. Regardless of how dark his missions were, he wasn't the kind to slaughter children or viciously beat someone. A winch ran across his face as he fingered the damage to his shoulder. Getting shot by a crossbow hurt, even when someone is magically transformed back into a human. Sure, the wound was gone, but the scar remained. Perhaps the enchantress did so on purpose. Perhaps it was simply his imagination.

Hans, for the first time, wondered if it was all actually fair! Back when he was a villain, the ideas of fairness or goodness were... relative. After all, intentions didn't amount to much without something to show for it. What had he done that condemned him to wander for the rest of his life, cleaning up his family's messes, and constantly out of touch with the woman he obsessed over/loved?!

"I am a murderer," He said. And really, he couldn't change that, could he?

"I know," Said a voice behind him. Strong female hands pushed him down the short slope and off the cliffside.

Hans scrambled for a hand-hold, "What?"

There, standing angrily, was Anna.

"Oh, come on!" Hans yelled, "Listen… I've had some crazy ex-girlfriends in my time, but Anna… it's over…!"

She huffed indignantly, "Well!"

He tried climbing, but the ledge kept collapsing.

"What are you doing here Hans!?"

"FALLING!"

He slipped, but recovered.

"Stop lying! Why are you really here!?"

"SIGHT-SEEING!"

"Tell me why you're going to hurt Sophia!"

"Wait… what?" Hans flashed back into his memory, "oh!"

His hand slipped again. Anna was getting angrier, "Stop faking it, I know you can climb up."

She knelt in front of the young prince trying to get a good reading off his face.

"I… really… can't…!" Hans strained. Anna rolled her eyes.

"Fine, here," She extended her hand. Hans exhaled, relaxing. He reached for hers, but-

"Psyche!" She withdrew it. He reeled backwards, "How's it feel, Hans?"

"Forgive-" Then his hand slipped, and he fell. Anna blinked, watching in slow motion as Hans' eyes flew open to their widest. An hour passed as his eyes dilated. He took one breath, arms flailing helplessly as he realized what had just happened. Then he fell. His limbs, scrambling for support found nothing but air.

Anna stared dumbly down after he had disappeared, "What…?"

Nobody responded, "But… you were lying…" Slowly, she stood up, realizing she'd just killed a man, "I… didn't mean to- I mean… NOOOOOO!"

Her heart froze. This was murder. Regardless of what Hans had done, she had hunted him down and killed a man because she was frightened.

Anna, as if she were no longer in control, numbly set off the path towards home.

Hans kept falling.