Seriously, this is how it should have gone...
Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen or Disney.
"We're almost there, Anna!" Kristoff, yelled, "Stay awake! We'll get you to Hans!" Sven gallops as quickly as Reindeer can through the snow – if only he could fly. Olaf hops out of the sleigh in the animation any snowman might as Kristoff gets ready to deliver Anna to Hans, not that he really wants to.
She struggles to keep her eyes open as the cold snow flies around her, she can only clutch Kristoff's chest tighter until she can be with Hans once more.
The Duke of Wesleton goes to answer the knocking at the gate, "Yes, how may I help you, it's very late..." He yawns as he notices a small girl in the peasant's arms, "By the beard of Zeus! It's the Princess!"
Workers and maids quickly scurry out to grab the fainting girl as she falls sicker and sicker into the castle. Hans is quickly awoken and redressed by the housekeepers, they smile with beams of happiness, "she's waiting for you dearie!"
"She needs true love's kiss!"
"True love's kiss?" Hans yawns a moment. For some reason... his head hurt and his stomach was queasy. Something about true love... was he second guessing?
"This way, Prince!" He is escorted into a heated room where Anna lays distraught on the couch. She looks up to Hans through the glow of the fire.
Hans smiles as he sits down by her, taking her into his arms, "I was so worried, I-"
"No, don't talk!" Anna whines in worry, "I need you to kiss me! Kiss me!" Her eyes swim in his as she cries for help, "Please Hans, I'll die!"
The workers quickly hurry out of the room, "Oh, Anna."
Their lips part as they wait in anticipation of each other. Then they land. Strong thin lips on Anna's full soft pair. Hans pulls her in closer, sweating a bit in the heat of the room, but freezing in cold at Anna's touch. They hold for a moment later, and then break away.
Anna blinks, Hans frowns. Anna's eyes well up with tears as her head shakes, "It didn't work... It didn't work!" Her body drops in temperature once more as panic comes to her eyes again.
"Anna, shh," Hans tries to calm the sickly girl whose once auburn hair has turned a pale white, "we'll figure something out."
"It's too late!" Anna cries in frustration.
"You're going to tire yourself, we'll try again," Hans searches her face for something, for someway he can help her.
"No. We can't," she sniffles looking up into his intoxicating green eyes, "you're not my true love..."
Hans pulls back, dejected. Heartbroken. If someone could physically pull out his heart and stomp on it right in front of him, it would've just happened. But he wouldn't give up, "any idea who might be? You're true love..."
Her eyes reflect the fire burning in the pit, "Kristoff..."
"Who?" The name stung Hans's mouth like he was some sort of traitor only going to play with Anna's heart.
"He helped me up the mountain, and..." she turns away, "to get back to you."
Hans bites his lip, saddened his kiss wasn't good enough for Anna, "well, I'll go get him for you."
"It's too late!" Anna yells, trying to grab his hand. She almost pulls off his glove, and he instinctively pulls it back up with wide eyes. Who else did she know that did that?
"You stay here," he recovers and starts tucking her in blankets, "stay warm," he paces the room, "housekeeper!" He calls out. He waits a moment and no one comes, only a small snowman hobbles into the room, he reflexively jumps back, terrified at the thought of a second encounter with animate snow, "What are you?!"
"I'm an Olaf!" He happily responds, he looks towards the couch, "Anna!" He scurries over to her as quickly as his tiny feet can take him.
"You know her?"
"Of course, we're super great best friends. We took a big trip to get Elsa then another one to get her to see this guy called Hans."
"Oh," Hans nods, "can you do me a favor?" He looks at Anna already fast asleep, "please take care of her, I'll be back here very soon and get help for her, okay?"
The snowman nods happily as Hans steps out of the room, straitening his uniform. Had he really just entrusted Anna's life with a snowman? He moves quickly, wasting no time.
"Prince Hans, the winter is getting worse! This whole castle will be frozen!" Hans turns to face the Duke of Wesleton, not who he really wants to see at the moment. The Duke stares into Hans's glossy eyes and the Duke jumps back a moment, "Did the kiss work?"
"No."
The Duke gasps, as do a few others around him, "My God. You killed the Princess!"
"Wait, I didn't kill her... I just wasn't the one..." he shakes his head as more nobles and advisers begin to crowd in on him, "I need to go find the man who can help her..."
"You probably only wanted the throne!"
"What? Of course not!"
"Lock him up!"
"Stop, I need to save Princess Anna!" Hans tries to yell out for any support but finds none in the crowd as his hands are grabbed and pinned. Large men start to roughly handle him and walk him down into the dungeon.
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