troopper17 - glad you liked it, I read your idea and the conversations just popped into my head :D

Rosylicious78 - thanks for the review, glad you enjoyed it. :D

adrilabelle - so sorry I can't post the nerd!Hans fic today, internet crashed before I got to save it and I'm still trying to get past my frustrations of having to rewrite it :( :))) I'm glad you liked the other story though. :D

Duchess Cerise - so, uhm, I'm not sure if you're going to be able to read this but, I'm glad that while you don't trust Hans, at all, you're still interested to see the end of the story. :)

Here are a ten random (unconnected) stories, each containing exactly 100 words. All written in Hans's point of view.

Now, is probably the best time to ask: What the hell was I thinking?

Enjoy!

hopefully

Disclaimer: Frozen belongs to Disney.

Clandestine

I bowed, and I pressed my lips on her hand.

I don't reveal my identity. Despite my mask, she already knows who I am.

She always knows that it's me.

I always dance with her, and these dances always leave a bitter taste in my mouth, as I know it does her.

For it's only in masquerades that we can pretend we are different people, and be in each other's arms like we belong there.

Any other day and we'll be ridiculed and left in ruins.

The song ends.

Our night ends.

"Until the next dance, your majesty."

"Until then, Prince."

Deception

Of all the pains I've gone through in my life, this is the most unbearable.

It hurts more than anything I've ever had to endure as I was punished for simply breathing and existing.

I loved her.

I loved, and loved completely.

I failed to see that things were too good to be true, and I let the Queen imprison me unequivocally.

I gave her the means to tear me down.

"I played you."

My mind.

"I fooled you."

My heart.

"If only someone could actually love you."

My soul.

"Foolish, prince."

But this is a punishment that I deserve.

Betrayal

I've long since thrown away my conscience.

To obtain what I want, I must be unrelenting, brutal, and indubitably merciless.

I can't afford to feel anything but the desire to have my own thirst quenched and fully satiated.

All that matters must be me, and everything that I want to covet— but it seems Fate has a different plan.

I am wary of anything that doesn't have to do with the goals I've painstakingly planned for.

Which is why I am completely wary of this Queen and my unfamiliar desire.

It seems that I've been betrayed by my own heart.

Disarmed

It's such a pity that I kept myself dangling on foolish dreams and immoral principles for too long.

If I didn't, then my side of the story might have had a better chance at happy ending.

I'm not seeking anybody's pity, I know how blinded I was by my own ambition, and revenge is still keeping perilously close to committing another crime.

There's only one thing that's keeping me at bay— and that is my acceptation that she holds the power to strip me of my monstrosity.

Who would have thought that the Queen's smile could completely disarm a man?

Punishment

A love where you can only look at another person is really futile, but even as I say that, I am exactly in that position of futility.

I will never be able to admit how much it breaks me to long for something I will never possess.

I was given my chance long ago, and I threw it all away in my quest to be king.

Through my selfishness, I lost the love she could have possibly given me.

And by allowing me to stay by her side, my Ice Queen has condemned me with the worst punishment of all.

Honesty

I only cared about myself, but she captured my heart and thawed the ice that kept it from beating.

She caught me off-guard.

Before I knew it, I was protectively holding her in my arms, and I was terrified that my selfishness might end up hurting her.

The Queen's my only weakness, the only one I'd forsake everything for.

"Are you alright?" I whispered into her ear.

"Am I supposed to say yes?" her voice broke, but she kept her chin stubbornly high, even as she leaned against me.

"No," I replied gently, caressing her. "You're supposed to be honest."

Kiss

Your restlessness crackles in the air palpably, so I close the distance between us with long, purposeful strides.

I don't waste any time for preamble. Drawing you in my arms urgently, your lips parted as you gasped with surprise.

I claim your lips with mine, and use my tongue to tease you, and taste you. You taste like wine, which tells me about your stressful day.

Your hands come up and tangle themselves in my hair, pulling me closer, and deepening the kiss.

Tonight you're not the people's Queen.

Tonight you are my wife, and you belong only to me.

Yours

I'm not exactly sure what finally led my curiosity to get the better of me, but the words escaped my lips, inquisitive and unrestrained, "Do you truly love me, my Queen?"

"Are you always so doubtful, Prince?" she raised one regal eyebrow.

"Terrified, really," I admitted quietly.

"Terrified?" she seemed taken-aback.

"Yes," I nodded, clarifying. "Of pretenses."

"Like yours?" she asked me with a teasing smile. "From a time so long ago?"

"Yes."

"Do not fear, Prince," she smiled at me. "My heart is yours completely."

I took her hand, relieved, kissing it gently, "As mine is yours, my Queen."

Ecstasy

It infuriates me what this woman is capable of causing in me.

I hate that she has the ability to make me yearn for her so lustfully and helplessly.

Trailing soft kisses on my lips, to my jaw, to my clavicle, to my chest, to my abdomen, and tantalizingly further downwards, always teasing and taunting with her feathery, light kisses and her hypnotic touch.

Making me explode in rapture and pure bliss, and making me come undone like an inexperienced schoolboy.

How maddening and remarkable it is that the Queen, with her effortless grace, renders me to completely lose control.

Cold

My body has completely adapted to the cold, and I've learned to understand the emotions the coexists with it.

My Queen's emotions.

Her frustration.

Her fears.

Her excitement.

The cold doesn't bother me.

Especially not when her touch makes heat spread through me like wildfire.

The cold also keeps me grounded, reminding me of her awe-inspiring abilities— but I don't need to fear being turned into an ice statue to keep me from hurting her, or those she loves.

I'm no saint, but I'm not the Devil either.

Not anymore.

Not when I've found where I truly want to belong.

I feel like such a horrible person, for some odd reason. :))

I ended up writing in first-person POV.

And they're all Hans's. :))

AND I can proudly say that each stories have exactly 100 words. Which is hard because I don't really like limiting myself like this, but it was fun, so I hope you enjoyed reading them.

I just chose a bunch of words, and played with whatever story I could write that revolves around them.

As you can see, I tried to survive without using their names. XD

Random trivia: The conversation between Hans and Elsa in Honesty is a real conversation between me and my friend. I just re-used it because it kinda made sense in the story. :)) yeahhh random things I do. XD (additional random trivia: I said everything Hans said inside the quotation marks in Honesty, and afterwards I just thought our entire conversation just had a poetic ring to it. XDDD)

As always, thank you for taking the time to read this, I appreciate it. :)

Cheers!