So no, this is not a continuation of the fic beforehand (I don't think I'll be continuing that anyway.)

But anyways... Here's a quick fic to make up for the horrible one-shot before this. (aka Fire and Ice 1)

The prompt (Fire and Ice), disclaimer (always), and day(2) are still the same.

Day 2: Fire and Ice 2

Hans tried to calm himself down as he walked down the halls of Arendelle's castle. He was trying to steady his nerves and remove the enormously, happy grin that was on his face. He stood in front of the library's door, took a calming breath and opened the door.

"Your majesty," he said, opening the door and grinning at Elsa, who sat on the red chair facing the door.

"Oh, Hans, I haven't seen you around all day," Elsa greeted with a tired smile.

"I actually thought you were avoiding me," Hans teased, pouting childishly and batting his eyelashes. "I've been running around the halls all day trying to look for you."

"Sorry, I've been busy, that's all," Elsa sighed, leaning back against the chair.

"I know," Hans replied, unable to wipe the grin off his face, he intensified the heat in his hand to quickly warm up the mug of hot cocoa in his hand—sometimes it was useful to have fire and heat at your bidding. "That's why I brought you this."

The tired smile on Elsa's face turned into a shy grin that that practically lit up her blue eyes, she looked up at Hans with that loving and grateful look that always managed to make Hans's heart beat a little bit faster than before, "Thank you."

"Anything," Hans said, leaning down in front of her. "For my queen."

Elsa took a sip, before sighing contentedly and placing the mug on the table beside her. Hans, without saying a word, reached out and took Elsa's face in his hands. Then he gently pulled her towards him, simultaneously leaning forward. For a while he stayed like that, lips hovering dangerously close to Elsa's that he felt her breath against his lips. He let his thumb trail lightly across Elsa's lips, moving tantalizingly closer and closer still.

"Hans," Elsa said with that impatient tone that Hans absolutely loved getting out of her. "Don't be a tease."

Hans smirked in triumph, letting his lips crash on hers. It didn't start out slow and tentative like the first time they kissed, this one was more aggressive and needy in its passion. Elsa reached forward, and pulled Hans closer, her hands ran through his auburn hair wildly.

"Hans!" Elsa squeaked, managing not to gasp. "My dress," her ice dress. "You're melting my dress."

The prince kissed the tip of her nose, "I," then it went down to her lips, "Don't," then it started trailing down to her the crook of her neck and her clavicle "Care," then his lips came back up to her lips, kissing them with the same intensity as it did earlier. A soft moan escaped Elsa's lips, it was very improper but Elsa decided she didn't care, the sound almost sent Hans over the edge and forget what he was doing and why he was in that room.

"Elsa" Hans breathed out when he managed to pull away, he looked into her eyes, and with a pleading tone said, "Marry me."

Without even missing a beat, Elsa said, "No" before pulling him in for another kiss.

No? Hans head screamed with sudden alarm and panic, but the kiss was making it very, very, hard to concentrate. Feeling him tense, Elsa giggled and broke the kiss, Hans frowned and stared at Elsa like she suddenly grew another head. I asked her to marry me, she said no, and now she's laughing at me?

"April fool's, Hans," Elsa whispered softly into his ear, she had a long day of getting April fooled by Anna, Kristoff, Olaf, and on one occasion even Sven, she saw the opportunity and figured she'd pull this one on Hans.

Hans smirk, "Clever," he chuckled and pushed Elsa back against the couch, trying to save his dignity, and assuring his bruised pride he asked, "But what if I was only trying to pull the same trick on you."

Ice crept on Hans arm, but with his abnormally high temperature because of his new abilities he didn't notice the cold, "You wouldn't dare."

Of course he wouldn't.

He'd be insane to even think of trying to pull a trick like that.

"No," Hans kissed Elsa again, "I love you too much," he admitted with a boyish grin that Elsa found cute.

Smiling into the kiss, Elsa managed to whisper, "Prove it."

And he did.

Needless to say, it was a very productive April first.

So... maybe it wasn't that quick. Oh god. That sounded too much of a pun. Gob, never mind.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed that. I'm horrible at writing these kind of scenes.