Hans was ready to do it.
To slice her head to pieces, get rid of her once and for all. He even had the sword ready, the metal cold through the fabric of his white gloves. He knew that if he married Anna, then killed Elsa, he would resume the position as king.
But then once Anna came back, frozen, he knew that he should have just gotten rid of them both.
Elsa was sitting in front of him, shoulders shaking as she cried. The winds of the storm had died down, making it easier for him to spot his target. He raised his sword, the metal glinting coldly in what little sun could peek through the sky.
Goodbye, Elsa! he thought harshly as he then swung the sword.
"NO!"
