I am so very sorry I have taken so long to upload this next chapter. I've felt so uninspired lately, but I think I've finally gotten this right! :D I hope you like it.

It felt like a dream. She knew it must be too because she was back in Arendelle. She was standing on the frozen fjord, but this time there was no blizzard, no ice encased ships and no Anna. She heard that voice again – the voice from before that rattled through her mind causing her unbearable pain. But it wasn't hurting anymore – she didn't feel anything actually. Elsa turned to the source of the voice which had taken the form of a hooded man.

"Who are you?" the Ice queen asked.

"It does not matter if you know who I am, only what I am here to achieve. A time will come where you have to make a decision. You must choose to go back, or all will be lost." The figure started to walk away.

"Wait," she yelled, as the once light breeze started to pick up speed, "What do you mean I will have to choose to go back? Go back where? How will I know?" The winds started to howl.

"You will know." The figure disappeared. A blizzard quickly formed around Elsa disabling her from moving. She dropped to the ground struggling to breathe, for the sheer speed of the snowflakes stole the oxygen from around her. She felt consciousness slipping away from her as her body went limp. Then, everything was black.

"Elsa," Hans shook her – she had been out for a good minute and he was beginning to panic. Her pulse was still strong and she was breathing, but considering the way she went out, concern was not unreasonable. He was starting to wonder whether she had been poisoned again, but when frost started to rapidly spread across the ground he doubted it. A thin layer of ice coated the walls and sharp icicles hung from the ceiling. Elsa suddenly stirred on the hard floor, before her eyes snapped open and she sat up panting. Her eyes darted around the room before finally landing on Hans.

"I think your powers are back," he murmured, rubbing his hands together in a useless effort to keep warm, "Are you okay? That was quite a scene when you went down." Her body was overrun by adrenaline and she couldn't even start to process his words. She stood abruptly walking a few steps to run her hands down the bars of the dungeon cell.

"We need to leave," she managed to wheeze. Her nerves were frayed, but what was really freaking her out was the temperature. She felt too cold. It was unnatural for her as ever since she was born, the harsh winter winds never affected her. She could run through fresh snow with only a nightgown on and wouldn't even mind.

"Yeah, and we will be soon but–"

"No! We need to leave now," she urged, trying to hide the shiver running down her spine.

"Elsa, we need to wait until the ship is ready to leave for Arendelle – only then will it be safe enough to escape the palace," he could see the pained look in her eyes and knew in a second what was wrong, "Are… are you cold?"

"I don't know what's happening to me!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air exasperatedly, "I just… I need to go home now… please." Hans walked over to her, and gently tilted her head up to look him in the eye. He knew she was scared right now.

"It will only be two more days, I promise. I will get you home, Elsa," he said solemnly. She only nodded before shifting her gaze back down to the ground.

"And you as well," she added, "You are coming back as well."

"You are the priority Elsa," his eyes turned dark, "and I do have… 'business' to attend to before I leave."

"You're planning to kill your brother," it wasn't a question, she knew for a fact.

"Elsa, I'm sorry, but I have to. He's taken too much," the young prince growled as Elsa swallowed hard and turned away from him.

"You can't miss the ship," she deadpanned, "As long as you return to Arendelle with me, I don't give a damn what you do." He didn't see it, but a dark smile played upon her lips at the thought of Viktor dead. She wasn't a vengeful person – not in the least – but the King of the Southern Isles was hardly human. She felt Hans' strong hands resting gently on her hips and his warm breath against her neck. When she felt him press a soft kiss against her nape, a low moan escaped her lips.

"In the meantime," he murmured in a low, seductive whisper, "why don't we forget about all that." Elsa's crystal blue eyes widened as she whipped around to face Hans. She could see the lust in his green orbs.

"Oh, and what would you have in mind?" she asked, perfectly aware of what he had in mind, but questioned him still to see just how far he would go. He only smiled – a wicked grin more like – and that was all the confirmation she needed. She leaned upwards and kissed him roughly, grabbing handfuls of his cotton shirt to pull him in deeper. Hans eagerly deepened the kiss, erecting a moan from the Ice Queen. He quickly cut the kiss short however, when she guided his hands to the back of her dress.

"Are you sure you really want this, Elsa?" he pried, not wanting to pressure her into anything she wasn't ready for.

"I'm sure," she nodded, gesturing him to undo her corset. He complied, and before too long her dress was in a crumpled heap on the ground. Only her undergarments remained – only a thin layer of silk between him and his love. Though still, he felt the need reconfirm her consent.

"Elsa, you will tell me if you're not–"

"For the love of God Hans, just take me now," she whined, tugging at her remaining clothes. She looked like a goddess as she stood naked before him, as the glow from the moon illuminated her frame. He kissed her passionately as she began de-robing him as he had done for her earlier. All hesitation evaporated as their actions were overcome with lust, and their movements became more animalistic. Elsa would have never dreamed of losing her purity to a man she was not yet married to, but after being locked in a room for close to a fortnight – not even sure whether she would live beyond a few more days – all values seemed to disappear. She wanted to feel him inside of her, not only because she loved him, but also because she feared this would be the only chance she would have to truly love him.

Hans fell asleep that night with Elsa pressed securely against his chest. She was comfortable, with his arms around her, but sleep still evaded her. Her mind wondered to her dreamlike apparition she had experienced. It scared her to think that "all could be lost" unless she responded correctly to a situation she had no knowledge of. She was scared she wouldn't know when the time came. She was terrified it might have something to do with Hans – whether it was to do with choosing her safe return to Arendelle over a future with him. There was so much she was uncertain of, and once again, she felt like she had all those years ago, the first time she struck Anna with her powers. She felt afraid – afraid of herself.