Day 3's Prompt: "War"
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Day 3: War
Make a wish on our sorry little hearts.
The runt of the family, he was always easily overlook, always the one bullied and the one taking the fall for his brothers' mistakes.
He had a duty to his family, a duty, that in the eyes of their father and his brothers, he decidedly failed all the time. He was useless because everything he tried to do, his older brothers already succeeded at; he was a coward because he never tried to defend himself against their cruel words, he stopped trying when he knew he couldn't win; on top of those, he was the proverbial family black-sheep.
Hans was many things, and loved wasn't one of them.
He was eight when he finally learned he would never truly belong in his family, "Mom, do you love me?" it was an innocent question, one that had at the tip of his tongue when his father had shouted at him, "Nobody cares about you, Hans!" in front of his brothers, who did nothing, after he tried to showing his school card, which his teacher had called "exceptional results for a child his age," to his father.
"Hans," his mother had said, voice full of pity and pretense. "If only someone actually did."
I wish somebody would just care.
She was the heiress of a powerful family, she had not grown up unloved, she had loving parents and a loving sister.
But she never really felt free, she always felt like everybody was watching her every move, waiting for one, inconsequential mistake that would ruin her family's name. She felt lonely, afraid of letting anybody down and not meeting their expectations, she shut everybody and tried to conceal her emotions .
Her sister was more carefree, if she did something wrong, people would overlook it, nobody cared about her mistakes, she was only human—but they wanted her to make the mistake, the heiress was also only human, but her mistakes were more scandalous.
Elsa was called many things, "The Golden Child", "The Heiress", "The Perfect Daughter", "The Kindest Sister"—she accepted all of them, even though she felt like they were over exaggerated at times, except for one that always managed to make a chip in her walls—"Ice Queen".
She wanted to reach out, but the great expectations of her parents, her sister, and the people held her back from truly expressing herself.
I wish somebody would just understand.
Have a smoke,
They met through her sister, Anna, whom he had previously dated. He was a real player, a heart-breaker, and Elsa was immediately wary of Hans, hated him even, especially when he broke her sister's heart.
He offered her a stick of cigarette, and she could only stare at him like the gesture offended her.
He shrugged nonchalantly and put the stuck in his lips, taking the lighter from his jacket pocket and lighting the but of the cigarette.
He took a drag and let it out slowly, "So, Ice Queen, it's your sister's eighteenth birthday, why are you out here and not in there?"
"Why are you invited?" she spat out none to gently.
"Anna and I are friends," Hans smirked, lifting one uncaring shoulder before taking another drag and blowing out the smoke. "You're the only one who hasn't gotten over our previous relationship. Even Kristoff and I are buddies."
Kristoff was Anna's current boyfriend, a little bit on the gruff side but was actually really gentle and sweet—everything Hans wasn't.
Elsa rolled her eyes, she started walking away to go back inside when Hans's words stopped her cold in her tracks.
"Maybe you're jealous," he laughed.
She walked back to him and gave him one resounding slap across the cheek that echoed in the empty alley, the sound drowned out by the muted music of the bar.
Elsa held her hand to her chest, Hans only smirked at her, proud to get the guarded Ice Queen riled up like that—only he had the talent to do so.
She was jealous.
But not of Anna's relationship with Hans.
Heavens, no!
She was jealous that Anna had a relationship with Hans and had gotten out of it without so much as a scandal from the media.
Imagine if Elsa were in her position—nobody would ever let her live it down.
Elsa stormed away, and Hans watched her, crushing the cigarette beneath his feet. She was an interesting woman, he would add her to his list of conquest, it would probably be hard, but he was Hans, the Hans, he captured the hearts of women... broke them eventually—but, ah, who cares? He didn't have the conscience to feel guilty about it.
Pour a drink.
A few nights after Anna's party, one particular night that Elsa was particularly troubled by her thoughts, she poured herself a glass of wine and sat on the couch.
Hans was flirting with her every time they met, and because he represented his family's company as a partner for her family's company—they met almost everyday.
She took a sip and massaged the bridge of her nose.
What a troublesome man.
She shook her head free of thoughts of him, he had been occupying her thoughts more and more recently.
Steal a kiss in the dark.
Hans moved slowly, like a lion hunting for it's prey in the dead of the night.
Why was she walking home so late in the night anyway?
And why did she come from the direction of the bar Hans had just gotten out from—her office was on the opposite direction.
Doesn't she know how dangerous it is? Walking home at this time of night? The streets are filled with dangerous people at this time of night. Men, like me, Hans thought bemusedly.
The next street she turned to was empty, save for cars that occasionally passed by. He quickened his pace and caught up to her, quickly, quietly, he reached out and pulled her flush against him.
He held a hand over her mouth and held her firmly against him whilst she struggled. She's so small, Hans realized. It was rather easy to carry her to the dark alley.
"Good evening, Elsa," he murmured into her ear huskily.
She stopped struggling, Hans released his hold.
"You bastard!" she shouted, glaring at him murderously for all she was worth. He just smirked at her. "I thought... I thought—"
Her voice broke, Hans's eyes widened, She's about to cry! An emotion he hadn't felt for a long time hit him like a bucket of ice cold water—guilt.
He did the next best thing he could do—he pulled her in for a kiss.
Fingernails on my skin like the teeth of a shark.
It was a kiss, one tentative kiss that somehow managed to get out of control, and they were in an alley, for crying out loud!
Oh but she was enjoying this, and she hated that she was enjoying this.
Hans just let himself go completely, and drove her insane with his touch and kisses. His guilt disappeared like it wasn't there in the first place.
What a scandal, if people found out the Black Prince and Ice Queen were about to get it down in an alley.
I'm intoxicated by the lie.
But, alas! She wasn't Elsa, just some woman Hans had decided to fulfill this aching fantasy of his.
"So, do you always do this, Westergard?" she giggled annoyingly. Elsa would never giggle like this. This bimbo wasn't even beautiful enough to compare.
Elsa was guarded with walls he wanted to tear down, she wore a mask, not unlike his, that he wanted to see past.
This whore was just someone who wanted a quick fuck and an easy cash.
Elsa was more, so much more.
A growl escaped his lips, "Shut up," before kissing her again.
In the chill of your stare I am painfully lost,
Hans was unable to concentrate on the meeting fully the next day, not after what he had done, or rather tried to do, he just suddenly lost interest when the whore started moaning too much, that he just gave up trying to fuck her. She wasn't Elsa anyway.
It's extremely difficult to concentrate when the object of your fantasies are talking right there in front of you, walking like a damned model on the run way and talking seducti—Hans shook his head. Focus! She wasn't doing any of those things of course, but his head—both his heads, in fact, decided she was.
Like a deer in the lights of an oncoming bus.
Elsa frowned, Hans looked distracted, and she needed him to listen. He was an important partner to the company, and she'd be damned of her plans wouldn't fall through because he was distracted.
"And that concludes this part of the meeting," she said, forcing a smile. "I let you go over the other plans. Excuse me."
"Westergard," she called out, placing a hand on his arm. He flinched, Elsa realized, like he had just been broken out from a daydream. "Outside, now."
He didn't retort any sarcastic remark, he just nodded mutely which Elsa found to be very, very odd.
For the thrill of your touch I will shamefully lust,
Hans just followed her outside the meeting room, his Hans briefly touching the part of his arm where her hand had briefly touched.
He tried to shake off the feeling in the pit if his stomach but found himself unable to do so.
She turned around, just in time for him to fix a lazy and uncaring smirk on his face.
Oh, Elsa, if you only knew what you're capable of doing to me.
As you tell me we're nothing but trouble.
"Hans," she said impatiently. "What's wrong with you in there earlier?"
"You are," he growled darkly, before running a hand through his auburn hair and smirking at her. "You're too distracting."
Her face turned a delicious shade of crimson, Hans decided to push his luck, "Do you have any idea what you're capable of causing in me?"
He didn't care that there were people who could see them. Damn, them all.
"Tell me, what's wrong with me?" he murmured into her ear. "Why are you like one of them?
"One of those people who can't look at me without a disapproving stare, and would rather stay away from me."
Obviously, because you broke her sister's heart and you've been nothing but a jerk.
"Why can't you be like other women—why?"
Because she isn't like other women, Hans.
And that's why you're fucked.
"Why is it that I had to meet you and suddenly the thrill of chasing women and seducing them so goddamned boring?
"What did you do to me to make me lose interest in everything a reveled in doing?"
You turned her into your quest, because you wanted so badly to prove that she would eventually fall into your arms—
That she became the only woman you wanted to fall into your arms.
Heart's on fire tonight,
Elsa decided not answer his questions, she also decided not to care that people were staring because they were standing so close, and his face was a mere inches from hers.
"I know your father isn't a very forgiving man," she started to say in a very quiet voice, because she had met the old man, and he always fixed a disapproving glare on Hans that she didn't see him giving his other brothers. "And I don't like disappointing people."
Yes, father is a hard man to please—but why does it look like you actually care what he'll think of me outside this partnership?
That's because she did, as much as she hated the man, she didn't want him to be his family's laughingstock anymore than he already was—from what Anna had told her—because she didn't want the same thing to happen to her.
It was only fair.
"So, I need you to concentrate to make our plan work," she held his gaze without flinching. "Are you listening to me, Hans?"
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he let it out slowly, "Yes."
"Good," Elsa nodded. "Now let's go back inside, we have a meeting to—"
But Hans cut her off by grabbing her hand and placing it on top of his chest, "Hear that, Elsa?" he asked her in a quiet but fierce tone. "You're the only woman that I've ever met who has managed to drive me this out of control," his hand tightened a bit on top of hers. "Without so much as trying to kiss me."
With his thumb on her wrist, he felt her pulse quicken, and he saw her face redden a bit—subtle reaction, but enough to make Hans to want to dance in victory.
Feel my bones ignite—
He touched her face gently and leaned in for a kiss, his movements were slow, almost tentative, he stopped when he was a breath away from her lips.
It was so painful for him to pull away but—I don't want her to hate me, any more than she already does.
Look at yourself, Hans.
You're scared that you'll lose her.
That you would never be able to win her trust, or her heart.
But even more than that, you're terrified that you will succeed.
And it scares you to death that you'll only break her heart and leave her disappointed in you.
Feels like war,
Elsa was confused.
She didn't know why she felt disappointed that he hadn't kiss her.
The thrill of doing something so unlike her brought shivers down her spine.
She wanted to kiss him, but instead she pulled away completely.
"The meeting, Hans?"
There was a small smile on his lips, "Of course."
War.
It was a hellish meeting, it was almost impossible to convince the board of their plans and ideas.
Hans found himself coming to Elsa's aid.
Elsa found herself liking the fact that they made an excellent team.
We go together,
Wesselton was one of Arendelle's best partners, but the new head was a very difficult man.
He was pushing Elsa to submit to his unfair terms to get her company's plan to work, but it wouldn't benefit her at all.
"Well, Elsa?" Duke smirked sadistically. Hans saw an expression, not unlike the expression of a prey that knew it was cornered, flash through Elsa's eyes, you wouldn't see it unless you looked hard enough, Elsa was good at keeping her composure.
Hans chose this moment to speak up, "Arendelle will decide to cut partnerships with you, Duke," he said as he walked towards Elsa.
Duke frowned at him, and Elsa stared at him in alarm, without looking, Hans took Elsa's hand in his and squeezed it reassuringly.
"The Southern Isles branch of my family's corporation, alone, have enough funds to back her up, and it's a set up that we wouldn't mind agreeing to."
"B- but—" Duke sputtered indignantly. "Th- that branch—"
"Is the only branch of the Westergard's that's willing to finance Wesselton," Hans smirked, he could taste victory at the tip of his tongue. "If we decided to finance Arendelle, we would have to pull back our financial help to Wesselton."
"You can't do that!" Wesselton shouted angrily.
"I can, actually," Hans shrugged like it was no big deal. "I'm fully in charge of the Southern Isles branch official since last month.
"I can, only, of course, if Elsa agreed to the set up," Hans threw her a conspiratorial wink.
Elsa had to bite her cheek to stop herself from grinning, "Of course, we would."
Duke stared at them with his mouth hanging open, everybody else in the room were either staring at the duo up front in shock—because they never seemed to get along until now—or trying their hardest not to laugh at Duke.
Or we don't go down at all.
Duke shook his head angrily and muttered strings of curses under his breath, he signed the papers and without another word stormed out of the room.
Elsa involuntarily squeezed Hans's hand —which she was holding the entire time—before smiling at him thankfully.
"We make a pretty good team," Hans whispered to her with a pleased smile.
"Thank you, Hans, I really appreciate your help."
Hans chuckled, he was giddy inside and he couldn't help it, "I'd say," he held up their hands. "Your still holding my hand."
Kai, who was formerly her father's, and now her adviser, cleared his throat. The two dropped each other hands and simultaneously jumped away from each other, laughing nervously as they did so.
Seeing the embarrassed blush, and the obvious change in the two's atmosphere, the other people managed to let out an amused chuckle or two.
Elsa was never that expressive, she was the Ice Queen, after all—the Ice Queen who was beginning to thaw; and Hans wasn't the kind of guy who smiled or blushed—he only smirked and made people red in the face.
Fail-safe trigger, lock-down call,
The power of camera phones, gossiping tongues, exaggerated opinions and the media made the news possible the next day.
"Elsa!" Anna called at the top of her lungs, making Elsa wince. Elsa had woken up later than usual so it wasn't a surprise that Anna was already up. "You're dating Hans?!"
Elsa frowned, staring at Anna like she just grew another head and another pair of arms, "I'm dating who?"
"It says here on the newspaper that you guys just announced that you're dating," Anna waved the newspaper in the air.
Elsa snatched it for her sister hands, and groaned when she saw the picture. It was when Hans had held up her hand and they were smiling at each other.
"Oh god," Elsa groaned again, at the same time Anna squealed. "I'm so proud of you!"
"I thought you hated him," Elsa half glared, half frowned at Anna.
"I did!" Anna squealed again happily. "But not if he can make you smile that way!"
"Dad isn't going to like this," Elsa stared at the exaggerated rumor of the media.
"Not going to like this?" Anna asked incredulously. "Are you kidding?"
This time Elsa stared at her sister like she grew another body.
"Mom called earlier this morning, that's why I'm already up," Anna explained hurriedly. "She was practically shouting," their always calm and collected mother shouted? "For me to hurry up and get the newspaper, and dad was like shouting in the background asking mom when you two would decide to get engaged!"
This time Elsa managed to exclaim, "What!?"
"I know right?" Anna giggled at her sister's shocked expression. "They didn't sound angry at all, I think they're actually happy about this."
Elsa blinked, then she blinked again, "How come a rumor like that gets out and they're wondering when I'll be engaged, and you're dating Kristoff longer and they're not even saying a word?"
"That's because we did break the news that we're engaged."
"You're what?!"
Anna laughed and waved her hand dismissively, "Oh relax, Elsa, I was joking."
She let out a relieved sigh. Anna was too young to be getting engaged.
"Our parents, and me, are really happy because you finally snagged yourself a boyfriend—we've waited years for this, Elsa."
Elsa shook her head, laughing instead of trying to repeat that it was only a rumor.
Hans wasn't such a bad guy, although she did have a hard time admitting that she was starting to like him, but she found it flattering that Hans saved her back at the meeting—because it meant Hans knew her dilemma, other people would have to, but she knew they all thought she had a back up plan like she always did, only Hans was keen enough to notice she didn't.
Or maybe he was just trying to show off.
Or maybe he wasn't.
Elsa decided to be sure about one thing though, she felt that Hans might actually understand her and see pass her facade.
Wipe the dry clean-slate, quick, sound the alarm,
When Hans walked inside his flat, he saw his second brother, Valdemar, this was brother who hated him most and because obviously Hans hated Valdemar, he was also the brother who magically acquired a key to his flat.
"Well, well, well, little brother," he smirked tauntingly at Hans. "This is a nice catch."
Hans frowned and, without a word, took the newspaper in Valdemar's hand. When he saw the picture, he almost smiled, endearingly mind you, but he knew it was best to keep a straight face around Val. Especially since the news was pure BS.
"You've finally done something right," Valdemar laughed, it was an evil and annoying laughter to hear. "Women like her, Miss Perfect and all, she's bound to marry who ever shags her up real good, so make sure you—"
Next thing Hans knew, his fist was flying in the air and connecting with his brother's face, making a sickening, crunching sound when he managed to break Valdemar's nose.
"Don't you fucking talk about Elsa that way."
Valdemar only laughed, wiping the blood streaming from his nose with the back of his hand, he smirked at Hans, "I'm just saying. She's an heiress, and when you marry her, all that's hers is bound to be yours, and officially a part of ours.
"You'd finally get what you've always wanted, and then when you fuck up, we'll be there to absorb Arendelle and—"
Hans punched Valdemar again, twice for good measure, before he threw him outside.
"Don't fucking talk about Elsa like that, I am not going to fucking use her, and you sit have a single fucking clue about what I've always wanted," then he slammed the door shut.
I wanted somebody to really care.
And he wanted Elsa was that somebody.
No escape from the truth and the weight of it all,
"So I guess were dating now, huh?" Hans commented jokingly the next day they saw each other at the office.
"My dad wants to know when we'll get engaged," Elsa groaned laughingly.
"So, do you want to, like, do something to clear this up... or something?" Hans asked in a weirdly small voice.
Elsa shrugged, "Nah," she smiled at Hans.
I am caught in the web of a lie.
Hans's eyes widened.
"Let's put on a show for everybody."
Hans grinned at her, "I like the sound of that."
But in truth, they wanted to see if it could work out between them.
They wanted to know how it would feel to be together—even if it was just pretend.
It was a dangerous territory that they ventured into.
But also, decidedly, they didn't care.
And the bitch of it all is that I'm running from—
They played their parts perfectly.
It was a show for everybody.
The media.
Their friends.
Their families.
And even themselves.
They were trying to convince everyone about their act, and they were trying to convince themselves that it was still just an act.
—the desire of the people to whom I belong.
Everybody bought their ruse.
Everybody believed their lies.
The only ones who didn't—
Was the two of them.
At the end of the day you can tell me I'm wrong—
"You were about to kiss her!" Elsa cried out.
"Why are you getting so mad?!" Hans asked with a frustrated tone, even though shouting at her like this hurt him in a way he never thought possible. "This is all of these is just an act, remember!"
Elsa fell silent. He's right. "Well, I'm sorry I cared."
"Cared about what?!" he asked with exasperation. "About your perfect reputation? 'Cause I sure as hell am sure that I don't have a reputation to save."
Elsa slapped him hard, he was about to make another remark when he saw her tears and he froze in spot, with his heart melting completely.
"No, Elsa, wait!" he desperately called out as she a stormed away. He slammed his fist down the table angrily then ran after her.
You've finally done it, Hans.
You just broke her heart.
No! I'll be damned if I let us end this way.
End this way?
Hans stopped cold in his tracks, hands on the knob of the door she had slammed shut.
End what, Hans?
There wasn't anything between the two of you in the first place.
He yanked the door open, and eyes searching for her, his feet carried him faster
That's why I refuse to let us end this way.
I refuse to let us end at all.
—cause you went to all of this trouble.
"Elsa?" Anna knocked softly on her bedroom's door. "Come out, you've got to see this."
Elsa debated with herself, wanting to send Anna away, but there was an urgency in her voice that Elsa could not refuse.
She wiped her eyes, and opened her door. Anna led her to their living room where the TV was open.
Hans Westergard admits to fake relationship.
Elsa's eyes widened with horror.
Hans was there, being interviewed, the nerve! To have that interview without her!
"So you're saying that, the entire relation was fake?"
"Ah, well, I hope not," Hans smiled sheepishly, he looks pained, but Elsa dismissed it as her imagination.
"I was actually played by Elsa,"
He was what?! Elsa glared at the TV screen angrily.
"Which actually hurts my pride because, as the nation knows, I'm the player, the heart breaker, I don't get played by women—I play them."
The confession made Elsa wince and feel a stab of guilt and pain in her chest, she knew he was really risking his dignity, by doing this, or maybe he just didn't care in the first place.
"But Elsa's not as heartless as I am, I know everybody gave her the nickname "Ice Queen", but I know her, and she's not that kind of person."
What? Elsa's frown only deepened, she was oblivious to Anna giving her arm a gentle squeeze.
"I want to believe that Elsa did care, because I know she did. Maybe she was just playing me at first to teach me a lesson and give me a taste of my own medicine, but I want to believe that she did care about me eventually.
"I'm an infuriating person, I'm the family's black sheep, and I'm an over-all difficult person to be with.
"I'm the King of One Night Stands, the Black Prince, because not a single woman has actually had the patience to bear with me.
"I don't think they will, once they get to know me past my smooth talk and charming smile," he laughed self-mockingly at this one.
"But Elsa, she bared with me through all that—it was my fault anyway, I tried to kiss some girl—what was I even thinking?"
Hans shook his head and looked at the camera with more sincerity than he has ever tried to squeeze out of himself, "Elsa, if you're watching this, I want you to know that I know I've been a jerk, and I know that you might never forgive me for hurting Anna, or you.
"But I always want you to know that I did care—I do care—that I'll understand if you don't want anything to do with me anymore.
"I've learned my lesson, and I don't think I'll ever meet any other woman who'll have the same guts you did to prove that I'm a self-absorbed prick who thinks he can charm his way around every woman he meets.
"Point is, I don't want to charm every, or any woman, for that matter—I can't, because I love you.
"I really love you, Elsa, and I'll be damned if I can't prove that to you."
Heart's on fire tonight,
Elsa must have walked back and forth from his door to the elevator for the umpteenth time. This is getting ridiculous! Finger hovering above the down button of the elevator, she debated on whether she should talk to him now or another day when she hadn't consumed more than one glass of wine.
The nth time she reached his door, it was open, and he was standing there with a sheepish, almost tentative smile on his face, "Are you going to keep walking back and forth, or are you going to come in?"
Feel my bones ignite,
She bit her lower lip, Hans's eyes were drawn to the movement, making him swallow involuntarily.
"Are we going to have a full on staring contest outside, or would you like to continue it inside?" he managed to ask without stuttering.
"Fine," she murmured with a hint of frustration and hesitation. "May I come in?" she asked out of habit even though he had already invited her in twice.
Feels like war,
Hans stepped aside to let her in, she stood there near the door way, the door still not fully closed.
"Elsa, I'm sorry," he whispered in the kind of frightened tone he had long since thought he'd never hear himself use. He stepped forward and stood directly in front of her.
"First, I would like to tell you how much I dislike you," Elsa said with a sigh, making Hans grimaced. "But you managed to redeem yourself for... what you did at that interview."
"Okay...?" Hans said, almost unsure as he waited for what Elsa was going to say next.
"Against my better judgment," Elsa took a deep breath and sighed slowly, "I forgive you."
He wanted to smile, but was also afraid of what she was going to say next.
She stepped forward, closing the distance between them completely, she reached forward and wrapped her arms around his neck.
His eyes widened in his bewilderment, "E- Elsa?"
She bit her lip and shook her head, she stood on her toes, her lips close to Hans, "Shut up, before I change my mind."
War.
And she kissed him.
Hans pushed her back, leaning in to the kiss, he almost grinned when he heard the door click behind her, talk about multi-tasking, he reached down and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her back with needy passion.
We go together,
"I always thought I'd lead our first kiss," Hans grinned, before kissing the tip of her nose lightly.
"Too bad," Elsa giggled softly, then more seriously. "Your stunt is going to cause a scandal."
"I've face worse more than once," Hans shrugged, wrapping his arms tighter and more protectively around her. "Have you? I remember you have an immaculate reputation."
Or we don't go down at all.
Elsa rolled her eyes, leaning against Hans and looking up at him, "That's why you'll stay with me through this, right?"
She was almost afraid to ask.
Hans leaned down, smiling, and kissed her lips, "Of course, I will, love."
Is this the end of us?
It was difficult, both the media and their families were relentless.
Although Elsa's family was more supportive where Hans's family was more cruel.
Or just the means to start again?
But they were trying hard to make it work between them.
Relationships had their ups and downs, and so did theirs, it would boring if the road to happily ever after was perfect anyway.
"Elsa," Hans said softly, walking towards Elsa who was standing in the balcony, wrapping his arms around her waist, looking at the wonderful sunset, the hues of violet, orange and yellow blending perfectly in the horizon. "You know that I love you, right?"
"Why?" Elsa asked teasingly, leaning against him. "What did you do this time?"
"Nothing," he murmured a touch indignantly into her ear, nuzzling the crook of her neck. "I just want you to know that you can remind me of how much I love you—just in case I forget."
Elsa faced Hans, wrapping her arms around his neck, "Will you forget?"
"No," he grinned boyishly at her.
"Good," Elsa smiled temptingly. "Because you're going to have to try your hardest to make up if you do," she smirked and kissed him.
Hans kissed her back, and for a moment he pulled away, an eyebrow raised, "I'm torn, should I, or shouldn't I forget?" then he kissed her again.
Laughter escaped Elsa's lips, she pulled away completely, leaning against him again. She looked up and smiled lovingly at him, and Hans looked at her with the same endearment.
Well, he wasn't about to forget.
Not when he finally found someone like her.
He was indubitably in love with her, and he would spend a lifetime proving it if he had to.
He was lucky.
That she reciprocated his loved.
It was more than he could ever dream of.
I found somebody who cares.
I found somebody who understands.
And it's you.
It's you.
It's us against the world.
Love feels like war.
I totally winged this entire story.
I had so much fun going along with the lyrics without any plan whatsoever, so I'm not going to blame you if you think it's too long—
Or if you think it doesn't make any sense.
Song is: Love Like War by All Time Low feat. Vic Fuentes
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