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Children - Modern AU

Elsa was trying hard to stifle a giggle, pulling Hans along with her as they wove through the hallways, "Relax, Hans. They're just kids."

Hans glared ahead darkly, managing to hold back a yelp when he was kicked in the shin for what seemed to be the fourtee—another kick—make that, fifteenth time.

"They're little bundles of evil designed to look adorable and bring misery to my li—" another kick. "—fe, in particular."

"Oh, you poor baby," Elsa teased him, hiding a small smirk with a sweetly mocking tone. "When we get back to the dorms, I promise to treat you very gently," she kissed him on the cheek.

"Really?" he waggled his eyebrows at her.

"Yes," she nodded, keeping up the act, then she just smirked at him evilly. "In fact, I won't even touch at all, else you might break," she winked at him. "You're so fragile, little children freak you out."

He groaned, then finally he relented, plastering an obviously fake smile on his face, "Fine, I'll be nice."

She pulled him for a quick hug and a quick peck on the cheeks, cheering slightly, "Thanks, Hans!"

"You're unusually giddy today," he muttered darkly, but Elsa just shook her head and laughed quietly.

She opened the door to the playroom, and he groaned again, the kids all rushed to Elsa, all giggling and bubbly with excitement.

Elsa unofficially worked at the orphanage, on Saturdays, and usually whenever she's free, she stops by at the orphanage to read and play the kids.

They all loved her, and they were looking at Hans with those devilish looks that only little children were capable of giving and hiding behind innocent masks.

He spent his entire day being pinched, poked, slapped, and having his hair pulled. It wasn't so bad though, the kids were actually really adorable and he was having a great time seeing Elsa laughing like that, looking carefree and almost as happy-go-lucky as Anna, this was a side to Elsa that could be rarely seen with her Straight-A student, Ice Queen routine.

Of course, not everything was fun and games, suddenly four little boys, their ages were probably somewhere between seven and ten, they were panting, looking scared.

"It's our little brother!" the shortest one said. Which probably means they were siblings and whoever was in trouble was the youngest.

"We were only joking!" exclaimed the one with the longest hair.

"We didn't think he'd do it!" added the tallest one.

"What happened?" it was Hans who had asked that.

"We were just playing with him, teasing him a little bit," sniffled the shortest kid. "George said it was alright."

"Who's George?" Hans asked again, and tallest one raised his hand. "What did you do?"

"We dared him to climb the tree, and we really didn't think he'd do it but James called him a wimp and he climbed!"

Hans felt adrenaline kicking in, as well as an odd sort of protectiveness overwhelmed his senses, "Are you siblings?"

They all nodded, at the verge of tears, and Hans continued, "Who's the oldest?"

The kid with the longest hair stood forward, he wiped his tears with the back of his hand, "I am."

"Look, you're the big brother, right?" Hans asked in a fierce, yet still gentle tone, clasping the kid, who was frantically nodding, on the shoulders. "Your little brothers look up to you, okay?" frantic nodding again. "The youngest one especially. He looks up to you, and he trusts that you will protect him, like you're his hero, do you understand that?"

"Y- yes," he nodded again, voice shaky but welling up with a bit of pride and a touch of shame at Hans's words.

Then he carried the boy in his arms, "Good, now show me where he is!"

They found the youngest of the brood at the back of the orphanage, he was holding on tightly to the trees branch.

"You all stay back here," he told the boys, then Hans looked at Elsa. "Look after them."

Then he ran towards the boy, just about he was near the tree, Hans skidded to a halt, the boy slipped, and was now hanging on to the branch for dear life, "Help me!" climbing up the tree was absolutely out of the question now.

"What's you're name?" Hans shouted, he heard the kid start to cry. "Don't cry! Look at me," the kid obeyed. "Good, focus on me, what's you're name?"

"Johnny," he whispered in a frightened tone.

"Okay, good, Johnny, look at me," he started moving forward slowly, trying not to startle the kid into suddenly letting go. "You're going to have to trust me, okay? When I count to three, you're going to let go and—"

"No!" Johnny cried out, his gray eyes were wet wide tears and wide with fear, the jerk on his body suddenly made him slip a bit before his grip tightened.

Hans almost jumped, he tried to keep his breathing steady, "Johnny, Johnny! Focus on me, okay? My name is Hans," Johnny seemed to calm down a bit. "Go on, say my name," Johnny barely managed to whisper it before Hans said again, "That's right! I'm Hans. And you're going to have to trust me, okay?" Hans took a few steps forward again, after seeing the boy nod. "You're going to let go," Hans said slowly, holding his hands up to make a calm-down gesture, before continuing to speak. "And I promise I'm not going to let you fall, okay, Johnny? I promise I won't let you get hurt."

Johnny felt his fingers slipping, he looked up and looked back at Hans, nodding frantically, "Okay!"

"Good. Okay," Hans took a deep breath. "One, two, three!" Johnny let go, and Hans jumped forward, catching Johnny in his arms, holding the boy protectively in his arms as he braced himself for the impact on the trunk of the tree due to his momentum.

Hans ignored the pain in his body as he forced himself to sit up, rocking Johnny in his arms gently as the boy cried and clung to his shirt like his life depended on it, "Shh, it's okay now, it's going to be okay."

"My brothers were being mean to me, and they wanted me to do that stupid dare and—"

"Shh," Hans cut him off. "Your brothers love you, Johnny, they like messing with you a bit, but they love you," he whispered to the boy, making his voice sound a little bit conspiratorial. "They just don't know how to show it."

Johnny looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes and with quivering lips said, "R- really?"

"I promise," Hans whispered, smiling at the boy and hugging him again. "But you're a smart boy, aren't you?"

"Yeah," he nodded slowly, innocently.

"That's why you're going to have to teach them how to can show it," Hans said, patting the boys head of chocolate colored locks. Johnny tackled-hugged him, making Hans grimace and get his breath knocked out of him.

Everything that happened afterwards, happened in a blur, Hans could only remember seeing the boys making up and tackling each other down with a hug, before he was taken to the infirmary where Elsa was just finishing bandaging his sprained wrist.

"What was that all about, hero?" Elsa asked with a teasing smile.

"I—" Hans took a deep breath and sighed, running his palm over his face, reaching with his good arm, he pulled her against him, taking Elsa by surprise. "My brothers enjoyed torturing me," he murmured against her arm. "They liked bullying me from when we were children, and even after we grew up, but every time some other kid head butted with me or tried pulling half the pranks my brothers pulled on me, they'd hang up and the poor sucker, saying, 'You can't do that! He's not your brother! Only we can do that to him!' they were rascals but knew they had my back no matter what."

Elsa wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling as she embraced him back.

"That's why I get it," he pulled away slightly, looking at her blue eyes with pain etched in his green orbs. "I understand completely why your doing this."

Elsa frowned at him, confused, "Wh—"

"This," he said waving his injured arm and wincing from the pain. "Being with me."

Elsa's frown deepened.

"I know you're only doing this so you can get revenge on me for playing Anna back in high school," Hans winced again, but this time at the memory of his relationship with Elsa's sister and not from the pain in his wrist. "I get it. I really do. I tried looking past it, you know?" he smirked cynically. "I told myself that I would be able to play you, but heck. Even I got that wrong. You're so kind, so gentle. You act like an Ice Queen but you're a really warm person," he let's her go and stands up. "I doubt this even counts as a break up, since what we had wasn't probably real, but I don't want to make a fool of myself anymore," he sighed. "You win. You can gloat."

Hans hung his head low, not bothering to look at Elsa anymore, then she felt her fingers on his cheeks, "You're such an idiot."

His head snapped up, and he looked her in the eye, simultaneously watching her lips curve into a sad, relenting smile.

"I am an idiot," he swallowed nervously, then he felt Elsa's lips on his.

"But, I guess I'm an idiot too," she wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her forehead on his chest, savoring the feeling of his arms going around her shoulder. "Because obviously, my revenge plan backfired."

Physics, Library and Pick-Up Lines - Modern AU

"Oh, Anna!" Anna looked up from her Physics homework and glared at Hans angrily, looking unbelievably pissed off. "Go away, Hans, go bother Elsa."

Hans started poking and tickling Anna, pouting childishly, "But I want to annoy you!"

Anna pushed him off her and threw a crumpled piece of paper to his face, "Get out of my room, Hans!"

Kristoff entered the room, looking at the scene in front of him. Anna throwing crumpled pieces of paper towards Hans, and Hans laughing like an idiot, "Ooh, you better leave, Hans. Ms. Feisty-pants is feistier when she's doing Physics."

Clutching his sides and wiping the tears at the corner of his eyes, he waved a hand, "I'll see you guys later," giving Kristoff a bro fist he then said. "And be sure to calm your girlfriend down before she strangles somebody."

Anna was glared at Hans, at Kristoff, then she went back to angrily writing solutions.

Hans was shaking his head when he walked out of Anna's dorm, closing the door behind him quietly. He started walking down the hallway, deciding to head for the library because he knew a certain someone would be there.

He walked down the aisles, looking between shelves although he already knew that Elsa would be at the back row, as usual, and reading whatever book she picked up today.

"Hey, honey, missed me?" Hans grinned at Elsa, his eyebrows moved up and down suggestively.

"Go away, Westergard," Elsa answered nonchalantly without looking up from her book. "I'm not interested in seeing your face and having a bad day."

"Wow, you sisters are being very difficult today," he let out a dramatic puff of air.

This made Elsa look up from her book, staring at him pointedly with her icy gaze, "Anna already has a boyfriend. Stop hitting on her."

"Kristoff's cool with it, and so is Anna," Hans shrugged, leaning on the shelf behind him and crossing his arms in front of his chest. "I flirt with her but you know Anna's like a little sister with me."

"You broke her heart," she replied pointedly.

"No," he shook his head, trying not to smirk. "Everybody assumed that I did. It wasn't my fault she had a crush on me."

"Of course it was," Elsa replied cooly, slightly glaring at him, closing the book in her hands. "You flirted with her."

"Darling, majority of the female population are always in the danger of falling for me," he shrugged, smirking confidently. "And all I have to do is smile."

Elsa's eyes twitched at his smirk, obviously annoyed but not letting it slip through her mask, she rolled her eyes, shook her head and opened the book again. "Spare me, Hans. I see your face everyday, and the only thing I'm in danger of doing is breaking your face."

"Well, I said majority," Hans relented, biting his inner cheek. "99.9% of the female population."

Behind the book, Hans saw Elsa smirk, "Good, I'm glad you acknowledge that I belong to the 0.1%."

"Oh, Elsa, Elsa, Elsa," Hans sighed shaking his head, and pursing his lips together in a slight smile. "You're like the rain, and I'm like the ground. It's only inevitable that you fall for me."

Elsa didn't miss a beat, and she didn't even look up when she replied, "Technically Hans, even though it's the rain that's falling to the ground," she looked up, meeting and holding his gaze for a split second before looking back at the pages of her book again. "The ground is also attracted to the rain."

Hans frowned, "I... that's..." Elsa put the book back in the shelf, pleased that she rendered Hans speechless.

She walked towards him, grabbed his neck tie and pulled him down towards her, "Guess, if I'm falling for you," their faces were too close to be called proper, but still far enough that Hans saw the smirk on her face. "You'll be falling for me as well, but it's going to be almost insignificant that you won't even notice it till your fucked."

Hans had barely even acknowledged hearing her curse when Elsa let his tie go, pushing him back and making him stumbling backwards, leaving him there slack-jawed at staring at the empty space where she used to be.

This is the second time I left Hans dumbstruck.

Meh.

Anyways, I love Physics, I want to write more Physics-related theme stories, because I think Physics is great, since everything about Physics has a relation to life. I'm just really horrible at problem solving. Like... Really horrible. *shudder*

Sorry, I'm a bit sluggish today, and I think my laziness is going to continue into a few more days, but I'll be posting stories, I promise.

Give me some prompts, please?

Thanks to everybody who are still bearing with me through this fics of mine. I promise I'll try not to let you guys down, since you're all so supportive (and I don't really know all of you personally) and some people are just telling me I'm wasting my time with writing.

Thanks always, for everything you guys! Most writers want reviews, and of course I do to, but for the most part I'm already flattered enough just when someone reads my works. :)))

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