Anna crawled as best she could through the door, the fire crackling loudly in the heart. She could see Hans pacing back and forth, his shadow cast along the floor, eerie in the firelight. Anna put on weak smile, trying to balance herself on her hands and knees.

"H-Hans…." she choked out, feeling a tear come to her eye. His head snapped up.

"Anna…?" he asked, peering at her spuriously, then gasping. Running over, he pulled her up, planting kisses on her face. Anna sighed- Hans was definitely her true love. Kristoff was wrong about him, she thought as her prince carried her safely to a couch, laying her down gently.

"Anna…. what happened?" Hans asked, worry creasing lines into his forehead. Anna smiled warmly as he placed a hand on her cheek, pulling away after only a moment, "your skin is ice!" Anna cast her eyes down- he hadn't wanted he to go after Elsa. Now she knew why.

"It was Elsa…" she said reluctantly with a shiver, "she struck me."

"No," Hans mumbled, shaking his head, "but you're her sister! Why would she do such a thing?!" Anna shrugged, wincing as a burning flow of ice went up her shoulder. Hans clapped a hand to her arm, rubbing softly, trying to keep her as warm as possible, although Anna knew there was nothing he could do to help. Except…. she thought, then "I know, but there is a way to stop it, Hans."

"What?!"

"Yes! There's only one way," Anna coughed as she explained, "an act of true love." Hans raised an eyebrow, green eyes full of concern as he knelt down, stroking her hair.

"I don't understand," he said, "an act of true love?" Anna nodded, biting her lip. The inside of her mouth felt cold, and she could feel her fingers tingle, getting numb as they wasted time talking. I need to get this over with, Anna thought, or else I might never get to see Elsa or Kristoff again… She wrinkled her nose- why was she thinking about Kristoff? She was with her true love! She shook her head- it didn't matter.

"I need you to kiss me, Hans," Anna said hurriedly, her breath raspy, coming in share gasps. Nodding, Hanspuckered his lips, closing his eyes as he leaned forward, Anna puffing up her lips expectantly, almost desperately- She is desperate, Hans thought, holding her chin between his fingers, of course, there won't be a need for her anymore. Opening his eyes, Hans pulled back, a grin pulling at his lips.

"Oh Anna," he said sympathetically, shaking his head.

"Hans….?" Anna asked, brow creased with confusion and worry- why hadn't he kissed her?! Hans narrowed his eyes at her.

"If only there was someone out there who truly loved you," he said simply, pushing himself up. Anna clutched at the clasp on her traveling cloak, trying to undo it.

"Hans…. Hans, I-I don't understand…." she whimpered, teeth chattering as she felt the ice slide slowly through her veins. She watched helplessly as her fiancé approached the fireplace, picking up a jug.

"You are so stupid," he chuckled to himself, tipping the jug over the fire. To Anna's dismay, a steady stream of water poured out, steam rising as the fire died out, a few embers all that were left on the charred logs.

"But-"

"But nothing," Hans cut her off, placing the jug down roughly. There was a clang as it smashed into pieces on the floor, smattering on the rug. He wiped his hands on his pants, "I knew I needed to regain a throne."

"But you said you loved me!" Anna exclaimed, following with a sneeze, a few rough coughs that scratch dyer throat.

"People sometimes say things that they don't mean," Hans explained, his voice sounding as if he were talking to a five-year old- demeaning and cruel. Anna shook her head, truing to push herself up into a sitting position, collapsing as she ended up falling over the side of the couch instead.

"No-no, Hans, please don't-" Anna begged, feebly latching onto his ankle. Rolling his eyes, he sighed.

"Anna," he growled, "I never loved you, and never will! No one will!" Before Anna had a chance to react, Hans jerked his foot, the heel of his boot smashing square in her face. Breath caught in her throat, Anna reeled backwards, warmth flowing over her skin. She saw drops of red fall on the rug.

"But you said…." she whispered, "you said…."

"You can be so dumb, Anna, so desperate," Hans commented. Anna shook her head, lower lip quivering. It just wasn't possible. It couldn't be true. Where was her one true love? Where was the man who would finish her sandwiches? Where was the man whose love for her was like an open door?

He was gone, replaced by this cruel, lying, scheming, no good prince of the Southern Isles. Anna watched as he approached the door.

"Why are you doing this?!" Anna cried after him with what seemed to her to be the last of her strength. Hans smirked as he turned to face her.

"Like I said I needed to find a new place," he explained, "so I thought, why not here? Once I win over the new Queen, the rest should fall into place." Anna sent a trail of spit at him, hoping it would hit him in the face, that beautiful face that tricked her for so long. But alas, it pitifully hung off her chin, freezing as it did so.

"You're no match…. no-no match fr El-Elsa!" Anna stammered out, breath haggard.

"No, Anna," Hans shook his head, evil grin on his face, "you're no match for Elsa." Getting up, he wiped his hands on his breeches, his gloved fingers curling around the handle of the door so tightly the prince could feel the friction of his gloves against his skin, followed by a slight tingle.

"You'll never get away with this!" Anna called after him weakly, her hand curled into a fist. What was meant to be a punch to the floor looked like a mere tap in comparison. She was getting weaker.

"Well, it seems I already have," Hans said condescendingly, sliding through the door, the wooden frame closing behind him with a click.