I am so so so so so so so sorry it has taken me so long to update. I've been painfully uninspired but finally, today, I found some again! YAY! Warning - this is a bit depressing. So...

Hans, Sierra and Flynn were escorted through town as they were trailed closely by Arendelle guards carrying Elsa's makeshift coffin. Silence hung heavy in the air everywhere the convoy travelled as curiosity became the townspeople main point of interest. They glared at the traitor and stared at the elongated pine crate. Nobody would have guessed that it was their Queen… but they all would know soon enough.

It wasn't long until the royal escort reached the castle throne-room and the anxiety began to build. Flynn turned to Sierra and gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"I'm going to get Anna and Blon… err Rapunzel down here," Flynn turned toward Hans and glared, "I do hope you know exactly what to say and exactly who to blame." Hans clenched his fists and breathed deeply as to not punch something. He was angry – he had been ever since he left the palace of the Southern Isles – but now, he was nervous as well. He had not seen Anna since she had punched him off that boat over six months ago. And now, it was his task to inform the young princess of her sister's death. He had not felt bad about what he did to her until he returned to the Isles – until he saw his own sister again. And even then he felt no guilt until Elsa opened his eyes. Now all he felt was guilt. It ate at him and one day it would swallow him completely. He felt Sierra nudge him slightly to snap him out of his daze as the sound of people running became prominent in the otherwise silent room.

"Elsa! Where have you bee…" Anna trailed off as her eyes locked on Hans. She stiffened slightly at his presence before continuing to search the grand room for her sister. When she came up empty she turned towards her cousins and fiancée, "Flynn you said you brought Elsa home. Where is she? And what is he doing here?" she asked referring to Hans behind her.

"Anna what I was trying to tell was that–"

"She's dead," Hans interrupted, a sing-song tone in his voice, "Your sister is now the proud owner – and inhabitance – of this custom crafted pine wood coffin. I know the wood carver who makes them – if you're satisfied with this one, maybe he could make a deal for you." During Hans's rant, everyone in the room had turned to look at him with shock, horror and disgust etched in their features. It took Anna a moment to process the situation before she lunged herself at Hans and began hitting, screaming and clawing at him. He didn't bother to stop her – what was the point? He longed for something as sweet as pain… no, as sweet as death to end his suffering once and for all. Anna's rampage only ended when Kristoff pulled the screaming and crying princess off of him. She fought against her fiancée's grasp, managing to land one last slap before the distance between them was too great.

"You killed her!" Anna screeched, still restrained by Kristoff. Flynn and Rapunzel had called over a few castle guards to escort Hans to the dungeon. In the meantime, all he could do was watch the strawberry-blonde princess collapse on the ground in grief, painfully reminiscent of Elsa on the fjord.

"Why couldn't you have just left us alone?" Anna pleaded for some explanation – trying to search his eyes for an answer, "Why did you have to kill her?" Hans remained silent unsure of what to say that Anna will actually believe. He had taken advantage of her in her most vulnerable state – no doubt she would never believe a single word that came out of his mouth.

"Your majesty… Princess Anna," Sierra began, realizing Hans wasn't going to defend himself, "I was enslaved by King Thomas of the Southern Isles over 5 years ago. Therefor I have witnessed many of the despicable crimes Prince Hans has committed and have yearned for the day when he would have to pay for his actions. So, take my word when I say, he was not responsible for your sister's death." Anna just glared at her.

"And who exactly are you?" Anna spat, her voice still wet with tears.

"She's my sister," Flynn chimed in earning him a "why the hell didn't you tell me?" glare from Rapunzel. Anna looked back at Hans who was now being shackled by the captain of the guard.

"Is that true? You didn't kill her," her voice broke as she stood, pushing Kristoff off of her and taking one tentative step towards him.

"Blame me if you want to. Whatever helps you sleep better tonight."

And with that he was dragged away.

He couldn't sleep that night. The walls were too warm. So was the air. He expected her to be with him. In a selfish way he would prefer to have them both still imprisoned in the Isles. He looked around his cell, breathing heavily. That was when he realized the problem. He noticed the new stone blocks next to old ones. It was the same room he had put Elsa in. He could feel her around him and it made him shudder. That crisp air flowing through the now barred window tortured him. Reminded him was the one thing he needed but knew he could never have.

The built up anger he had been holding onto for the past three days finally bubbled to the surface. He was thankful he was not chained so he could move freely around the cramped room. He threw himself against the stone. And again. And again. And again. And he continued to do so until he was numb – dripping with blood from God knows where but numb all the same. He chose to sit on his cot. Everything reminded him of Elsa. It was all just too similar. He started banging his head against the wall as near silent prayers escaped his lips. He prayed for death. He didn't care if he went to Hell – he had accepted that possibility a long time ago – he just wanted to stop feeling.

"Hans!" someone shouted ending his self-inflicted torture. He looked up to see Anna. She was wearing nothing but a night gown. Her hair cascaded down to shoulder-blade length, a light wave in it from that day's braids. "I came to talk to you." He rolled his eyes but stood at attention nonetheless.

"What do you want Princess?" he spat.

"I want to know how my sister died," she looked uncertain of herself as she fought back tears, "Please, I'll grant you anything. I just need to know." His eyes widened at her desperation. I owe her this, he thought.

"Have you heard of King Viktor?" Anna nodded in response, "He's my brother – second oldest – and he only became king by killing Thomas… the eldest. He kidnapped Els… your sister because he saw her as a threat. He thought she would use her powers against the surrounding kingdoms by… I don't know… making a hoard of evil snowmen. His idiocy was his only redeeming quality. Anyway, he put as in a dungeon together…" he paused, trying to conceal all emotion from his voice – by the perplexed look on Anna's face, he knew he wasn't doing a good job, "a lot like this one. Except with two beds. But that doesn't matter. What does is that the people weren't happy with Viktor. They knew he was a cold-blooded killer who was willing to strike down anyone in his way – blood or not. A civil war was ready to break loose. Everyone knew it. Viktor knew it. That's why he told the guards to kill us both the second it started," he felt tears begin to sting the back of his eyes as he found it all the more difficult to continue and look at Anna at the same time, "She was free, Anna. Sierra had given her the keys and she escaped… too late. She stayed behind…"

"To free you," Anna finished, brushing a few tears from her cheek, "Why would she sacrifice herself for you?" Her tone was sharp realizing the answer for her own question, "She loved you. Didn't she?"

"Anna… I" he tried but was interrupted by a slap to the face. The sudden sting of pain was enough to spill the tears he was trying to hold back. He tasted a mixture of tears and blood as he swallowed the building lump in his throat.

"I was prepared to die."

"You loved her too," Anna said. It wasn't a question – it was a statement. She suddenly let out a shrill shriek of frustration. "You're not lying. Why can't you be lying?!"

"Anna believe me…"

"No! Of all the times for you to be completely honest about something had to be… THIS! She might still be alive if it weren't for you! Whether you try or not all you can do is ruin everything! Why couldn't you have just left her alone?!"

"You don't think I've thought of that? I've had four days to think about this. Over, and over, and over again. It all ends the same way. She'd be here if I wasn't," he looked her in her sharp blue eyes and sighed, "Whether it was by my hand or not, I killed her." He watched Anna then fall to the ground, clutching her sides and sobbing loudly. He knelt down beside her and touched her arm gently. Her head immediately shot up cowering away from his touch.

"You promised me anything," he said bluntly. Anna looked at him, obviously confused as tears continued to drip down her face, "I wish for death."

There we go. Only two chapters to go now! :D