Morning came and Hans woke up slowly. He stretched a couple of times before he got out of bed. Carefully he picked out his clothes for today. He sighed, another day at the skating rink. This time not alone, no, this time with her. He had never practiced before with her, this was their first time and he was quite nervous. He rubbed his neck, why would he be nervous ? Nervous for who, for her ? She had to be nervous for him, she could learn a lot from him. He narrowed his eyes in annoyance. He hated her. Her and her movements, elegant and strong; it reminded him of a ballerina. He hated her subtle smile, even tough it was gorgeous. He hated her scent, it was a unique scent he could recognise out of a thousand. He hated her reaction whenever he threw another insult at her. He hated her smile whenever she saw Kristoff but the roll with the eyes whenever she saw Hans. He hated her perfectly executed jumps. He hated her, in every way. He hated her, right ?

Hans stood up and looked in the mirror at his reflection, he smirked; he knew he was good looking. He had a body to die for and eyes that looked right to your soul. Today was going to be easy, he would survive today.

Elsa yawned when the sun rays hit her face. She smiled at the warmth and heard the birds singing their song. She stretched a couple of times before she got out of bed. She put on the clothes she picked out yesterday evening carefully. She sighed, another day at the rink. But this time with him. She had never practiced with him before. Sure, she had seen him practicing alone and she knew he was very good at it, even tough she hated to admit it. She stood up and looked in the mirror at her reflection. She frowned, her body was a wreck and she was not taking care of it properly. Her hair was messy, her eyes had big dark rings underneath them and her cheeks were too white. Her whole body was too white for her liking. She thought of Hans, how he made her feel uncomfortable with her own body. How he looked at her, almost in a admiring way. She hated the way he smiled, even tough his smile was beautiful. She hated the way he moved, graceful and fierce; like a king. She hated the way he dressed, he was good looking but he was also very self aware of it. She couldn't stand every inch of him. She hated him so much. She hated him, right ?

She sighed one more time and then walked downstairs, she would survive today; just like all the other days. She would not let him ruin her day, she wouldn't.

Hans was already in for quite a while when Elsa arrived at the rink. She carefully stepped onto the ice and did a few exercises to warm up. He watched her and when she skated towards him, he couldn't help it but make a stabbing comment.

"Took you long to arrive. Couldn't find the guts to come without your man protecting you ?" He smirked.

She gave him a glare and then tied her hair in a ponytail. "At least I don't just fuck around, like you."

He laughed. "That's classy, I just wanted to say the same thing about you."

"Go to hell !" She spat and turned her back at him.

"You're sending me to Norway now ?" He folded his arms in front of his chest.

She turned around. "Hans, you are the mos-…"

"YOU TWO, stop bickering at each other. You both have no time to play around, come on, let's get some work done !" Jane interrupted the two. She came skating towards the two of them and held a piece of paper. "I have the choreography for the first period of the music. You can start practicing now."

"Wait, is that for me and him or for me and Kris ?" Elsa asked.

"It's for you and Hans." Jane replied.

Elsa shook her head. "That can't be. I'm with Kristoff, not with this dump !"

The choreographer rolled her eyes before she spoke. "Elsa, mind your language. And yes, you are going to practice with this fellow here today. You are a professional, this shouldn't be much of a problem. Now go practice on your speed, you need to get a grip on that one." Then Jane turned to Hans. "And for you, stop pestering Elsa. You know she doesn't like it, you're just being juvenile. And you have to practice on your executions, you do the jumps perfectly but your executions are sloppy. Maybe you could ask Elsa, she does them perfectly."

Hans raised his eyebrows and then let out a mocking chuckle. "I do not need to learn something from her !" He said in a whisper while he skated away.

After two hours, Hans gave up. His executions were still as sloppy as ever, he just wasn't good at that part. He looked at Elsa. She performed a jump and then landed perfectly, ever so graceful as she always did, light as a feather on the ice. Ok, he thought. Just try this for once, maybe it'll turn out nice. He swallowed hard before he got on his feet and skated towards her. He startled her a bit, causing her to slip. HIs reaction was quick and he grabbed her by the arms, pulling her on her feet again. She looked at him in question, why didn't he just let her fall...

"Errrm." Hans cleared his throat. He clearly did not know how to ask her something because all he said to her were insults. "I was wondering... could you, I don't know, like teach me how to, you know, execute like you do."

Elsa raised one eyebrow. She opened her mouth for a reply but then closed it again. It was a trap, of course. She was going to help him and then somehow, he was going to let her down. No, she was not falling for the sincere look he was giving her. "I don't know. What's the catch." She said coldly.

He rubbed his neck, he hadn't been expecting she wanted a catch. "I'll leave you alone." He finally spoke.

She tilted her head lightly. That was an offer worth considering. If he left her alone, that meant she could finally put her energy into something else, like bonding with her sister. She thought about it. "Ok, I'll do it. If you really leave me alone then."

He nodded. "Deal."

Elsa skated ahead of him. He saw her braid on her back dancing with the wind. Her hair was pretty thick, now he got a better look of it. Nevertheless, it suited her. The color suited her, even tough it made her look paler. Suddenly, she set in for a jump. He snapped out of his thoughts and felt his foot slip away. He tried to maintain balance but terribly failed. His arms flailed in the air, grabbing whatever there was to get a hold. The only thing his hands found was an arm, Elsa's arm to be precise. He dragged her with him as he fell onto the cold ice. She let out a cry as he janked her down causing her shoulder slamming hard on the iced floor. Hans stood up quickly to see if she was ok, he never meant to grab her arm. He found her a few feet away, laying on left her side; she was holding her left shoulder. THe young man skated towards her and bent down. He laid his hand on her right shoulder.

"God, I'm sorry. Are you ok ?" He asked in concern.

Elsa turned around and got up on her knees, still holding her shoulder. Her face showed pain and her eyes were screwed shut. "Take you hand off of me." She warned him between gritted teeth.

He quickly retorted and put his hands in front of his chest as surrendering. "Sorry." He apologised.

She frowned. Since when did he apologise, let alone to her ? She decided to ignore it, he was just pretending to be nice, he wasn't really nice. "Well, you need to be more careful, keep your distance !"

"Look, I said I'm sorry."

"Sorry is not enough." She replied.

He threw his hands in the air. "Then what do you want me to do ? Get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness, Your Highness ?" He shouted.

"Just leave me alone ! I already told you that a hundred times !" She yelled now furious.

She tried to get up and get away from this man, but her shoulder hurt so badly that she couldn't. Hans got on his feet again and pulled her arm to get her up. She let out a cry and then a whimper as she finally stood on her skates again.

"What did I do now !" He asked, rather being surprised than angry.

"You pulled the wrong arm !" She hissed. "You're doing this on purpose, don't ya ?!"

"Ok that's it. I was trying to be nice for once, but all I get is crappy shit from you. You know what you are, you're sick. I mean, real sick in HERE !" He shouted while pointing at her head.

"And you are just pathetic, with your sad little ego." She snarled and narrowed her eyes at him. Oh how she loathed him. She couldn't stand him. Just thirty minutes ago, he had made her feel natural and comfortable with him. Now he was just being the arrogant prick he has always been. "Just go away."

"Well, I'm not leaving. If you hate me so much, why did you even bother to show up in the first place !? You can't tell me what to do. Fucking psycho... Look, all I want i-..." Hans said, half screamed.

"What Hans." Elsa interrupted him. "What do you want ?" She sighed deeply, she has had enough of his juvenile behaviour. He was exhausting to be with. She needed Kristoff, she needed him badly. She missed his presence, the positive feeling he gave her.

"What do I want ?" He repeated, again, after her.

"Yes, I believe that's what I asked. You're getting old, Hans. You keep repeating people, it's very annoying." She said deadpanned.

"How funny." He moved closer to her face, she looked away from him and stared at her feet. Gently, with two fingers he pushed her chin up so that her eyes met his. "I want to win the golden medal at the Olympics. That's what I want, and right now, you and your partner are getting in my way. SO MOVE IT!"

She looked him fierce in the eyes. "Never. Kristoff and I are a team; we're good, so either be a baby about it or deal with it !" She spat at him and to skate away. She wanted to be as far away from him as humanly possible, he disgusted her with his pathetic behaviour. She loathed him with his cocky voice. She hated him with his terrific skills for skating and his self knowledge about it.

"Fine !" He shouted after her. "I hope you'll fall through the ice and drown !" Immediately a feeling of regret came over him and he realised he had gone too far.

"You know that's not possible, ice rinks aren't water with ice on top of them. Ice rinks are entirely frozen." She spoke, still skating away.

He scolded. "You fucking bitch."

She turned around and looked him in the eyes. "Are we going to call each other names now ?"

"No, I just stated a fact."

"You know. If I were you, I'd watch my tongue. One day, you'll say something you wish you didn't and when that day comes, I'll make sure you'll know it." She hissed while pointing her index at him. She was totally done with this scumbag.

"Awww, that's very kind, you touched my heart." He mocked. She raised her eyebrow, then she shook her head. "Hans, you are impossible."

"And once again; awwww, that was the sweetest thing you ever said to me so far ! I'm starting to believe that you've run out of bad words today."

She glared at him and furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, which he found too adorab- no, he did not find her adorable. "Shut the fuck up." She hissed and turned her back at him.

He saw the pain in her eyes before she skated away. He hated it to make someone sad, especially someone as so remarkable as her. Deep in his heart he knew he had a thing for her, he just wouldn't admit it. She was a lot like him; she was alone and had absolutely zero friends. He was alone, even tough he had six older brothers. She was good looking but shy about it. He was extremely handsome and very self aware. She was incredibly talented and worked hard. He was incredibly talented but was too lazy to even make any progress. Slowly, she was getting better as he was and for that particular reason, he hated her. But most important; she was afraid of herself. She hadn't excepted herself the way she was, she pushed everyone, who dared to come near her, away; as if she wanted to protect herself from anyone. He did the same; his older brothers hated him and had done everything to make that very clear. He had been mocked his entire life about his handsomeness and his passion for skating; it was too girly apparently. He hated the way he mocked her, how he hurt her every time he threw another insult in her direction, only to satisfy his shortcoming needs. He knew that every time he insulted her, she reacted back; and that was her biggest mistake.

The young man stared after her. He watched every movement she made; she gracefully took off her skating shoes and put on some ballerinas, then she took off her jacket and changed into a hoodie. She glared at his direction, he quickly looked the other way. When he was certain she wasn't looking anymore, he glanced back. Her back was meeting his sight, she was putting her stuff in her bag. He observed her, she was so tiny and slender and yet so strong looking. She looked like she could manage to lift the weight of the world on top of her boney shoulders, but Hans knew that was only her facade. Deep down there, he knew she was as fragile as porcelain and she could break like just like that. He studied her closely, he wanted to know why she was acting so cold and bitter towards everyone, especially towards him. He wanted to break her shell, her wall she had put up so strong. She tied her messed up hair in a ponytail and left the rink.

Hans took a deep sigh and began to glide over the ice, letting his feet do all the work. No worries, no thinking; just skating, flying. His love for ice skating revealed itself at early age, he was only four. He loved the feeling of ice under his feet, how his gliders moved along the surface; leaving the most beautiful and intricate figures on the ice. He started to take classes at seven and already was two times National Junior Champion at ten. His career skyrocket when he started to combine ice dancing and figure skating; no one has ever done that before and the audience loved it. He became quite commonly known under the people as the flying dragon; his performances always had a medieval theme and he often launched himself into the air, he loved doing jumps and axes; those were his specialty. But talking about executing them, that was a whole different story. He worked on them tough. Now, at age 23, he was very successful for his age; he had his own show every Friday evening til Sunday evening, he had is own brand and he had a few pupils under him. So yeah, you could say that Hans has had quite a successful career but it wasn't enough; he wanted to be the star and therefor went all the way to make it to the Olympics. He trained twice a day and was determined to succeed, sadly, some people were getting into his way and those were Elsa and Kristoff. Hans loathed them, he loathed it that they were good and had a great chance at the qualifications. They were a duo but still, they had to compete individually and if they both made it, that would mean that Hans would be out of the game. And he didn't want that, so one of them had to fall or something to make place for him. He decided that Kristoff was too easy so he let him off the hook, besides, whenever he threw him a comment or an insult, Kristoff always reacted with 'whatever'. And that was no fun for Hans.

Elsa made her way out of the skating rink, wiping the tears from her face. She hated how he was able to make her cry that easily, like she was an emotional wreck or something. She bald her fists; she most certainly wasn't ! She walked to the bus stop and sat down on the bench. Luckily she had been smart enough to bring a book with her because the bus wouldn't be here for another fifteen minutes. A few minutes later, a boy came standing next to her. She looked up at him, he looked at her. She smiled and then got back on reading her book. He didn't move a muscle in his face. Elsa furrowed her eyebrows. What is this kid's problem, she thought frustrated; today was not her day ! Finally, the bus came. She checked in an sought a place to sit; it was next to the window. The boy sat across from her. She glared at him and then looked out of the window. She pouted, well, isn't this just great ! The bus started to drive away and Elsa was stuck with this kid who wouldn't stop looking at her. She groaned and decided to take a nap. She closed her eyes and focussed on her music. In 45 minutes she would be home; she would survive those minutes.

The bus finally arrived at her street and Elsa stepped out. She walked slowly towards the home, she and Anna shared. She hunched slightly, today has been too exhausting. The house, where she and her sister lived in, was not very big. It was big enough for just the three of them. It had a small living room and kitchen. And a tiny back yard for Pepper. The first floor had three bedrooms, really small. Two of them were sleeping rooms, the third was for Anna because she used it as a study room, and sometimes a scream and cry room. There was also a small bathroom with only a toilet, sink and shower. The tiny attic was used for some abandoned toys and christmas decorations.

The third bedroom was initially meant for her parents, but they died years ago in a plane accident. From then on, Elsa had to take care of her sister which meant she had to be the one to bring food on the table. She had dropped out of college to find a job in town. She had stopped skating and became a waitress. That's where she had met her current choreographer, Jane. Jane had told Elsa that there was a job in ice skating and that she had to try Elsa had started to skate again, this time professionally and competitive. After winning a few important competitions, the money started to flow in. But renting the house and keeping a dog was expensive and soon, Elsa could be found at the rink almost every day. She knew it was important to keep practicing to improve herself and to win more important competitions to get enough money. She wanted Anna to have a careless childhood without not being able to have nice clothes and an education. But the work was hard and Elsa couldn't handle it anymore, she became more quiet and ate less. Anna had been too busy with her princess life that she hadn't seen how her sister began to fall apart under the hard work. And when she finally began realise, it already had been too late. Their relationship had tumbled down up until the moment there was nothing left anymore. Anna had known it was partly Elsa, as she had always been reserved and closed off. But Anna had also known it was partly her fault because she hadn't been there for her sister when she needed her the most. And she feels sorry for that ever since.

Elsa opened the front door and threw her keys on the plate on the little cabin. She took off her jacket and put her sports bag on the couch. When she walked over to the kitchen, to get something to drink, she noticed a little piece of paper laying on the kitchen table. It was a note from Anna. Dear sister, Kristoff and I are out. We're dining at Oaken's and will then go to the movie. If you need me, just call. I made spaghetti, you just need to warm it up. I trust you'll do that, you have to eat. Love you, and give Pepper a hug, he really misses you. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXxxxxxxx Annaaaaa. Elsa sighed as she put the note into a small box, along with all the other notes Anna has ever written. After taking out a can of ice tea and having warmed up the spaghetti, she plopped down on the couch and watched a little bit TV. She stretched, her muscles were sore and her shoulder still hurt. "Stupid Hans." She muttered. She decided to lay down on the couch, Pepper joined her. He felt warm and she straddled his small body. She felt her own eyelids become heavy and soon she started to drift off.

Later that evening, Anna and Kristoff came home. It was already past midnight and she and Kris have had a wonderful time. When Anna opened the door, she already could hear the TV talking about the weather.

"That's funny, Elsa is still up ?" She mumbled. "Nothing like her…"

She walked into the living room and saw her sister laying asleep on the couch. She smiled and turned the TV off. Kristoff took the dog outside to go for a walk. Anna cleared up the table, then she saw the food and her smile faded away. Elsa hadn't eaten it. She slapped herself for her head, of course not. Elsa never ate pasta's, she said it made her fat. Anna moved beside her sister, who was still sleeping peacefully, and sat on her knees. She laid her hand on her sister's shoulder; cold as stone.

"Elsa ?" She whispered. "Wake up, come on, you can't sleep here. Let's move you to your bed." She said and tried to lift her sister up. But Anna wasn't strong enough so she decided to wait for Kristoff.

He came home thirty minutes later. Anna ran over to him. "Kristoff, can you help me put my sister to bed ?" She pleaded.

"Why won't you just wake her up ?" He asked.

"Because she's sleeping so sweet right now, and I don't want to wake her up."

Kristoff nodded and lifted Elsa off the couch. For him it was easy, he lifted her almost every day at training. He felt her boney shoulder dig in his muscular upper arm. He ascended the stairs quietly with Anna following right behind him. When he entered Elsa's room, he carefully laid her on bed. Anna put the covers over her sister and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Bye Elsa, I love you." She whispered and left the room with her boyfriend.

He put on his jacket and opened the front door. Anna's face turned into disappointment. She thought they were going to spend the night together. "Are you leaving already ?"

"No. We're leaving together." He answered and offered her his hand. A smile grew on her face as she gladly accepted and walked with him to his car. They drove to his house, he lived alone so they could do whatever they wanted. He opened the door and put on a few lights, just to make it cosy.

Anna let her eyes roam the room. She has been here a few times before, Kristoff didn't take her to his home that much. Suddenly, her eyes fell onto a picture on a side table next to the couch. She sat down and took the picture to get a better look. It was a picture of her and him, she was sitting on his lap while his big arms hugged her and he kissed her cheek while she grinned in excitement.

"You like that picture ?" Her boyfriend asked while he was in the kitchen, preparing something.

"I like it very much. When was this taken ?"

"I believe fall. When I asked you to become my girlfriend." He replied.

"Hmmm." She said, trailing off.

"Do you want some wine ?" Kristoff asked. She sat on the couch and stared at the black TV screen at the wall. "Honey ?" The blonde poured himself and Anna some wine in and then sat next to her on the couch. He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her against his chest. "What's wrong ?" He asked softly and kissed the top of her head.

"It's just… I'm just worried about my sister. She seems so unhappy." Anna whimpered as she let out a sniff. "And I just can't seem to help her, she won't let me. She won't even talk to me. I know what I did wrong but that was a long time ago. But Elsa still won't forgive me. I think she even hates me sometimes. She's all I got left, I need her." She suddenly cried out.

"No. No, Elsa doesn't hate you." Kristoff soothed her. "Your sister is just having a really hard time. The training is pretty tough and she's emotionally very fragile now. Plus, we have to deal with another problem, and that's Hans. He's almost every day present and he likes to pester her a lot. She puts a lot of energy into keeping him on a certain distance. She is just having a really hard time, just give her her space; she'll open up to you again if you let her."

Anna nodded and took a sip of her wine. "I am happy that I have you in my life too." She said while she put her wine back on the table and then kissed him on the lips. He reacted by laying his hand on her back and pushing her against him, still kissing. She let her hands go through his full blonde hair. He bend forwards and laid her carefully on the couch. He broke the kiss apart. Her eyes went big and then she smiled. She helped him undo his shirt and ran her fingers over his muscled chest and stomach. She admired his abs before unbuttoning his pants. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse and got rewarded by the sight of what was underneath it.

"Hmmmffff." Kristoff sighed. "You are so beautiful."

She melted at his comment. "Sweetie." She whispered. "I love you. I love you so much." It was true, ever since she had let her eyes fall on him; she had loved him like crazy. She loved him with all her heart, he would be forever hers. He kissed her freckled shoulder, he loved her with his whole being; she would forever belong to him. He would never let her go.

She felt his manhood pressed against her lower belly. He was hard as rock. She smiled, he was ready. She opened herself for him, allowing him to enter her. He answered her by doing so but ever so gently, not to hurt her. She breathed heavily as he moved his hips, almost in a dance. He was strong and manly and she adored every inch of him. The evening was still young, they had plenty of time. And it wasn't until the sun started to rise, that they finally went to sleep; safe in each other's arms.