Warning: These one-shots feature heavy subjects, including alcoholism, drug abuse, suicide and torture... so far. Now adding: depression, cheating, heartbreak, underage, implied prostitution, suicidal thoughts, someone having acid thrown on them, smut, implied rape/non-con, adultery. I'll add more as the story wears on, just in case.

Disclaimer: Credit goes to HannahSongla for the story idea. Please go check out her Hayniss story similar to this - Sweetheart. Credit goes to Suzanne Collins for the verse and the characters. I don't really own anything but the text of these one-shots. And no, that doesn't mean the song lyrics or the playlist. Enjoy c:

AN: Hunger Games/Frozen AU. I'll say it for you - ~collective groan~ {{just kidding cx}} - but eh, it's a late late late late late best friends day present sooo enjoy? Warning: Characters may be a bit OOC. And I'm sorry for that.

Song: Oh Miss Believer by Twenty One Pilots

Oh Miss Believer

My pretty sleeper.
Your twisted mind is like snow on the road.
Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder,
Inside your head, in the winter of death.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. Haymitch was supposed to get her and her sister out alive and save the day. He was supposed to win this fight without any casualties - everyone was supposed to walk away unscathed. After all, it was just fucking snow. So why was Katniss crying on the frozen statue of her little Prim, staring at her hands like she wanted them to freeze over. Like she wishes they had never existed - that she had never existed. Haymitch knows that she's blaming himself for the death of her sister. Mostly because he's blaming himself too.

Haymitch stands there, watching the scene unfold because he's unable to do much more. Weakly, Prim's name falls from his lips. The name is heavy on his heart and it falls into the snow - followed by his heavy weight. He had cared about the girl - not as much as he cared for Katniss, but that wasn't important - and something inside him broke to see her lifeless - nothing but a petty statue now.

Then something changes. The blizzard abruptly stops, the snow falling like a giant deadly blanket upon Arendelle. Haymitch looks up, and his eyes find Katniss' - she's staring right at him, those arrowhead grey irises pouring through him and burning his soul. She mouths his name and he runs towards her, tripping over the parts of shipwrecked boats and sliding against the bare frozen land.

When he's within a few feet of her, her hands jut out - a giant snow-held force field surrounding the three of them. Panting, Haymitch rests a hand on her shoulder blade.

"I killed her," Katniss whispers, allowing a single tear to fall and hit the snow. Immediately, the ground surrounding the tear forms a clot of snow - the exact shape of the drop. "I murdered my sister and I murdered my parents and everyone around me dies."

"This wasn't your fault," Haymitch whispers back. "It was nobody's fault but his."

"It was!" Katniss yells, and icicles jut up from the ground - separating Haymitch from her. He jumps away from the sharp stokes and stares at her, not masking the fear in his eyes. Katniss stares at him, stares at her hands again, her bottom lip wobbling. Guilt, and fear and shame all fill those eyes and he knows she's on the tip of breaking. "I can't do this. I can't hurt you too."

"You won't," he assures. "I promise, you won't. No matter what you do, it will never be enough to break me. I won't leave you."

"I can't hurt anymore people, Haymitch," Katniss whispers. "And maybe if I'm dead then no one else can get killed by me. Maybe, if I'm dead then it's all over. If I die in the end result then..."

"You can't talk like that. Prim wouldn't want that," he replies, his voice barely above hers. "You just have to- we just have to- I..." Haymitch trails off, his eyes floating to the icy floor. "Don't talk like that please. I can't... I can't do..."

"You can't what? Survive without me?!" Katniss yells, tears glistening in her blue-grey eyes. Haymitch focuses his eyes on her, a steely determination in the pools of slate grey.

"No. I can't. I need you."

"Yeah, well I can't survive without Prim. I need her."

"So that's it?" he asks, forcing himself to his feet. His knees wobble for a second and his teeth clatter together - it's just then that he realizes how cold he is. Maybe it's the actual ice surrounding them. Maybe it's the idea of losing Katniss - once and for all.

"You could do it with me. One last fuck you to this cursed Kingdom," she spits.

"One last fuck you. Together," he says, not believing the words that roll off his tongue. She extends her hand and he touches it, a chill running through him from how cold it is. Colder than death itself.

"I hate myself for what I did, you know?" Katniss whispers, pulling him through the jagged sickles. Haymitch wraps her in his arms, presses a kiss to the top of her head.

"Yeah. I know." The small fort is getting colder, the chill dropping lower than before. Katniss pushes at his jacket and it takes him a moment to realize what she wants to do. A terrible, painful, way for him to go out.

"I love you," she murmurs as soon as the one thing protecting him from the cold hits the snowy ground. Haymitch pulls her close for 'heat', although all she's giving off is more cold. He pulls her even closer.

"You too, princ- my queen," he says jokingly through sets of chatters. His teeth feel like hell in his mouth and Haymitch wonders how long it takes for hypothermia to set in. Katniss looks at him with pained eyes, and he can see the self-loathing flare out - the hatred for herself burning like a nonexistent fire. "How are you gonna take care of yourself?"

"A couple pounds of snow will stop me from breathing. It'll be hell, but that's what I deserve." Haymitch pretends he doesn't hear that last part. They stand in silence as the cold sets into his veins - it doesn't take long for his knees to buckle. He falls right next to Prim, shivering violently. Katniss watches for a moment before curling up next time him. Another hour later, and he finally stops. His body stills - frozen from the cold and sharp bursts of ice Katniss had been layering him with - to quicken his death.

She shuts his eyes for him, kisses his forehead, and conjures up the final instrument in her destruction.

And a final fuck you it was indeed.

Your twisted thoughts are like snow on the rooftops.
Please take my hand.
We're in foreign land,
As we travel through snow.