The cold blackness of the world exploded into light and color. Hans almost fought the feeling of life surging inside of him. It would be easier if he just gave up and died. What was he fighting for anyways? A woman who would never love him? A home that would never receive him? Or, worst of all, himself? Of all the people he should have been killing, he was at the top of the list, undoubtedly.

Nevertheless, life and vitality coursed back into his veins, and for the... fifth time? Hans wondered that horrible question;

WHY?!

It haunted him...

"Welcome back to life."

Well, that was what he was expecting to hear. Instead, a phlegm hocked onto a finger, then stuck in his ear. Ew.

"Was that really necessary?"

"Was bringing him back to life necessary?"

"...we help those who ask for it."

"He didn't ask."

"Yet he needs it more than anyone."

Hans opened his eyes wearily. If he had not been somewhere between life and death, he may have found the presence of trolls disturbing.

Instead he idly groaned.

"Rest, my prince," Said the leader, "I need to check some things."

If you know who I am, why would you spare me? Hans wondered. He was evil; he should die, it was that simple. His eyes focused on the place in which he found himself. He had a vague memory of being dragged into a dark forest, but he could be sure of nothing.

Bulda moved his hand over the young man's head. He mumbled, "No, nooo... too much confusion. But good focus." Next he moved the stony hand over his charge's heart, "...Hmmm... just as I feared; frozen solid."

Hans moaned filled with self-loathing.

"...! BUT!" The troll muttered delightedly, "A spark! Oh! This is just delightful!"

Bulda grinned, meeting Hans' opening eyes, "Looooove!"

There was excited muttering around him as this was said.

Hans was confused. Love was... not his thing. He wasn't even sure it existed. But, apparently, like color to a dog, it was still there.

"I-uh, I mean, I love?"

"Yes! Congratulations!"

Trolls surrounded him excited to shake his hand.

"You love, you love!

From the heaven's up above!

Filled with turtle doves!

Yoooou... LOOOOVE!"

Hans was filled with something but hate. It was amazing, like some burden he'd borne his whole life rolled off. Not only was love real, but he could love. It never occurred to him that was possible.

Bulda lifted him up, "Tell me... everything."

So Hans did. When he got to the part about the Enchantress, the trolls exchanged a knowing look.

Great, so the magical know-it-alls all know each other.

Still, Hans felt his confusion mounting, what should he do next?

"...Well, it sounds like you've got a lot to do."

Elsa, Anna, Sophia... where should he go next?

"Love, loyalty, compassion," Said Bulda, staring Hans straight in the face. The young prince rose. He now had to do the hardest thing ever.

"...I... have to change now."

Bulda nodded. The trolls around him looked at him hopefully. He loved someone. True love. All he had to do was turn his life around, and be the man that-

"I have to give up. It's the only way I can save her, or save any of them." Hans took one second to appreciate the beauty of the sun. It struck his face, so warm, so... wonderful. The whole world was different now. He never wanted to lose it.

I... love...

"You can read hearts, yes?"

They nodded.

"...refreeze mine."

Hans didn't want to lose this feeling, but he knew he had to. There was no other way.

A.N. Dun dun duuuuun?! What's Hans plan? Is he going back to E-vile?!

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