The walk up the mountain didn't take too long. The enormous snowman trudged in the snow until they arrived at Elsa's castle. Elsa ordered the snowman to put the admiral down, and he obeyed.

"I'll show you to your room." she said, walking up the stairs.

Normally, the admiral would have turned and ran away, but with a large abominable snowman at his tail, he just followed Elsa. They walked up the stairs and entered her glorious palace. The admiral never got a chance to admire it when he had brought his siege earlier.

He followed the queen up more stairs and into a long hallway. She opened a door that held a large and dark room. She thawed his lips, and motioned for him to get in.

"You want me to...go in there?" he asked.

"Think of it as your room." Elsa said, with a smile.

"My room?"

Elsa shoved him inside and shut the door. Hans turned as he heard the door lock. The only light came from a single window that was too high to climb out of. He sat in a corner and hugged his knees. It was beginning to get colder.

After half an hour, Elsa returned and unlocked the door. The admiral looked up at her.

"Come along, now. I'll show you to your room." she said.

"My room? But, I thought you-"

"Do you want a new room or not?!" she snapped.

The admiral quickly got up and hurried out of the room. He followed the queen through the halls, and began to feel very desolate. He had left behind so much for the people of Arendelle, but he tried to see it as a great honor. The halls began to lose their shine as the sun began to go down.

"I hope you...like it here." Elsa said, suddenly.

Okay...when did what I think ever mean anything to you?

Elsa continued. "The castle is your home now, so you can go anywhere you like, except the West Wing."

"What's in the West-"

"It's forbidden!"

The room began to get colder and Elsa gritted her teeth. The admiral looked away and pretended not to have said anything. They continued until they reached another room. Elsa opened the door and the admiral stepped inside.

"Now, if you need anything, my servants will attend to you." Elsa said.

Really? Oh, that's generous. Can they possibly get me a tailor while we're up here in the mountains?

"Thank you…" the admiral mumbled.

"Also...you will join me for dinner...that's not a request!" Elsa yelled, slamming the door.

Hans flinched from the slam, and turned to open the door and give the queen a piece of his mind. The door was already locked. He slammed his fist onto the door and felt like crying.

I've done everything you wanted me to and still you treat me like nothing. I was always there when you needed someone to talk to you, and you betray that friendship.

The admiral felt angry tears build up in his eyes, and he wiped them away. He felt like Elsa was watching his every move, and didn't want her majesty to see him crying. Hans walked over to his bed and threw himself onto it.

After a while, he got off the bed and dried his eyes. Then, there was a small knock on his door. He groaned angrily and threw pillow at the door.

"Leave me alone, already!" he yelled.

"Hello? Mr. Westerguard?" a small voice asked.

It wasn't Elsa.

The admiral grimaced and went to open the door. He gasped when a small snowman waddled into his room.

"What in the-" he gasped.

"Hi! I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs!" the little snowman chirped.

"Olaf? How did you-? I mean, where did-?"

"Elsa built me. She said I was supposed to keep you company." Olaf explained.

The admiral rolled his eyes. "Right. Well, I'm sorry, Sir Olaf, but I don't need any company right now. I just want to be left alone."

"You don't like Elsa, do you?" Olaf asked.

"Of course I do. She's my friend. Well, she was before she turned into a witch." the admiral replied.

Olaf gasped. "Elsa's not a witch! Take that back!"

"Okay, I'm sorry. You just...don't understand."

"I know everything. Elsa brought you here from Arendelle, right?"

"Yes, but I didn't exactly have a choice. Now, I'm stuck here as a prisoner and nothing more."

"Aw, come on. It won't be that bad. Oh! It's almost dinnertime!"

"So…?"

"You have to get ready to eat with Elsa, of course! Now, come on, let's see what you can wear."

Olaf waddled over to a wardrobe and opened it. Inside were several suits and cloaks. They were all blue, of course. Olaf pulled one out and it dropped over his face.

"Permmfct!" he mumbled.

"What?"

Olaf pulled the suit off and waddled back to the admiral. He handed him the suit and adjusted his carrot nose.

"Here, you'll look great in this!" Olaf said.

"Look...Olaf, right?"

"Yeah and I like warm hugs!"

"Right. Look, I appreciate you trying to brighten things up around here, but I'm...not going to...dinner."

Olaf gasped. "B-but you gotta! Elsa's the queen and you have to do what she says."

"No, Elsa is a psychotic woman that can control ice and snow. She's not a queen anymore, so I don't have to do anything she says. If she wanted to be a queen, she should've stayed in Arendelle." the admiral said, crossing his arms.

"Well, okay, but I have to go down there and introduce you. So, you have to come." Olaf said, frowning.

Hans smirked. "Actually, I do have a little message for her majesty."

#

Elsa paced the floor as waited for the admiral to arrive. She was losing her patience and sharp pieces of ice began to grow off the walls.

"Get it together." she whispered to herself.

"Try to be patient, ma'am." a voice said.

It was her other abominable snowman.

He was standing under her balcony and watching her pace the floors.

"I'm trying to, Snowcone, but I can't. I told him to come down here. Why isn't he here yet?!" Elsa snapped.

"Just relax. He's lost his freedom and home all in one day."

"I know that! I just...I just need to think."

"Queen Elsa? Have you thought that perhaps this boy could be the one to break the spell?"

"Of course I have! I'm not a fool!" Elsa yelled.

"Okay, well, good. So, you fall in love with him and he falls in love with you and poof! The spell is broken! You'll be a normal human by midnight."

Elsa sighed. "It's not that easy, dear. These things take time."

"But, the rose has already begun to wilt, Your Majesty."

"It's no use. He's so wonderful and I'm...I'm just a monster!" Elsa cried, putting her hands over her face.

"You just...have to help him to see past all of that. Your powers and your...temper."

"I don't know how, okay?"

Suddenly, there were footsteps. The queen gasped and began to fix her hair a bit. Then, she cleared her throat as the door opened. Olaf stepped in with a nervous smile.

"Hi, Elsa." he whimpered.

Elsa frowned. "Well? Where is he?"

"Who? Oh, right, Hans! Well, he's actually trying to- I mean, he wanted to- He's not...coming."

"WHAT?!"

Elsa stormed out of the dining room and into the hallway. She hurried over to Hans' room, with Olaf trailing behind. With all her strength, she knocked on his door.

"I thought I told you to come down to dinner!" she yelled.

"I'm not hungry!" Hans said, from the inside.

Elsa inhaled deeply to yell something back, but she couldn't think of a good comeback.

"Y-You come out...or I'll...break down the door!" Elsa yelled.

"Elsa? I could be wrong...I am just a snowman, but that might not be the best way to get his affection." Olaf said, quietly.

"But, he's being so difficult!" Elsa whispered, harshly.

"Just relax and do it gently." Olaf said.

Elsa rolled her eyes and sighed. She cleared her throat and held her chin high.

"Will you come down to dinner?" she asked, gently.

"No!"

"Try again...try again." Olaf said, quietly.

Elsa frowned. "It would give me great pleasure...if you would join me for dinner-"

Olaf coughed. "If you would say 'please'."

"...please."

"No, thank you!"

That did it.

"You can't stay in there forever!" Elsa barked.

"Yes, I can!"

"Fine. Then, go ahead and STARVE!" Elsa stormed.

Olaf shuddered at her screams. So much for being a normal human by midnight.

"If he doesn't eat with me, then he doesn't eat at all." Elsa told Olaf.

Olaf stuttered. "B-But, maybe if you just-"

The queen turned to the door and raised her hands. Then, she sealed the door shut with her powers. She stormed away and entered her room, slamming the door. Olaf sighed and looked back at the frozen door.

"Well, might as well head downstairs and start cleaning up." he sighed.

A/N: Beware Elsa when she has a temper tantrum...I DO NOT OWN FROZEN OR BEAUTY AND THE BEAST