The ice witch's curse had infected Anna's heart. When Anna had returned to the castle and thrown herself into Hans' arms, babbling about true love's kiss, the Prince had seen that she was weak and trembling, cold to the touch. Her hair had lost its light ginger shine, save for a few streaks here and there, and was almost completely snowy white. Patches of skin, mostly on her hands and fingers, had taken on a strange blue hue, reminiscent of frostbite, but she could still move them well enough. If Hans had to guess, she'd perish within an hour. Maybe two.

The girl just had to be stupid enough to go running off after her sister without any sort of protection or any real winter clothing. Before she went she left Hans in charge of Arendelle. She had practically given the kingdom to Hans on a silver platter. He had spent his time getting into the people of Arendelle's good graces, handing out food and supplies.

After Anna's horse had come running back He had figured that she'd died out there. The way was clear for Hans to set out with a group of guards and Weselton's hired muscle to find Queen Elsa. After that whole mess with her snow monster and Weselton's attempted assassination Hans had brought Elsa back to Arendelle to get some answers. The Queen was useless, crying about how they had to let her go. Hans couldn't do that. She'd probably have to be killed to stop the winter. Once Anna had come back, cursed to die by her own sister, Hans knew he had won. He had the perfect excuse to kill Elsa and claim the throne. After this crisis was over and with both the Queen and Princess of Arendelle dead, the people would remember how Hans had taken control of the situation and helped those in need while their royals had gallivanted off into the woods and left them to freeze. It wasn't a sure thing, but Hans was confident the people would pick him as their rightful leader.

What a shame. He had wanted a beautiful Queen at his side while he ruled Arendelle. No one was getting anywhere with Elsa, so Hans thought Anna would be a suitable wife for him. She was pretty, but hilariously naive. Did she not think it was weird he proposed to her after only a few hours of knowing each other? Still, he doubted she'd get in his way while he ran the kingdom. She'd be too busy bearing and raising his heirs. Anna would have been a worthy trophy to have while he reigned as King. But, she'd soon be dead. Oh well, Hans could have any woman he wanted after he became King.

Hans had decided to indulge himself and explain his plan to Anna, rubbing in just how dumb the Princess was. That look on her face as he talked down to her was delicious to behold. After putting out the fire in the room Hans had gone to the door to leave Anna to die. But, Hans had stopped and looked back at her. He still had some time before the curse ran its course and even with the white hair and pale skin Anna was still a beautiful woman. It had been a while since Hans had got some, and it would be cruel to leave Anna to die a virgin, so why not have some fun in the short time she had left?

Which was why Hans was now on top of Anna, his hands tightly gripping her thighs as he held them upright in the air. Her skirt was bunched up and her undergarments ripped open, exposing her cute little pussy which Hans was currently plowing hard and deep with his cock. Anna pushed and punched at him, but she was too weakened by her sister's magic freezing her from within to stop Hans. Her eyes were bugged wide open and tears flowed down her cheeks. She tossed her head from side to side, like she was trying to look at anything other than Hans. Her cries and screams were muffled by Hans' gloves, which he had used to gag her with.

Once Anna had seen what Hans was planning to do to her, she had attempted to scream for help. Hans was upon her in an instant before she could alert someone. With brutal strength he wrenched Anna's jaw open and stuffed his gloves he had removed beforehand into her mouth to shut her up.

Hans grunted animalistically as he thrusted back and forth within Anna. His cock scraped against Anna's inner walls, drawing out pained screeches which no one could hear properly. Hans didn't care. He wanted to get as much enjoyment as he could from her before she died. Maybe he'd do the same with Elsa once he was done with Anna.

Hans went faster and harder, pre-cum leaking from his tip, lubricating Anna's tunnel, bringing him more and more pleasure. Hans stared into Anna's eyes, his malicious, lustful gaze meeting her traumatized visage.

Suddenly, with one final thrust that sent his cock as deep as he could into Anna's passage, Hans came long and hard with a guttural groan. His cock spewed forth virile cum which flooded Anna's womb. Hans' thick semen covered filled Anna's pussy to the brim, leaking out of her lips. Hans withdrew his cock with a wet pop, which caused a heavy stream of ball juice to flow out of Anna's bruised cunt.

With a sigh of contentment, Hans wiped his cock clean on Anna's skirt and stood up. He made himself presentable and went to the door. He turned back to take one last look at Anna. She laid on the floor, used and discarded. Her sobs were still covered by the gloves shoved inside her mouth. His cum streamed out of her vagina, staining her skirt and thighs.

Hans chuckled to himself and left Anna to die, alone and broken in the room. He locked the door behind him and went on his way. Once he'd convinced the other nobles that Elsa had killed Anna and had to be executed, he'd convince them he'd do it. Really play up the grieving fiancee. Once he got Elsa alone, well…

He wondered if she'd cry like her sister.