There was a snap of cold, white, and blankness...then the world was born again, tearing through him with nipping nails that wrought his consciousness from the nether. Stealing a breath, the world he'd been forced back into was just as cold, just as unkind, just as...blistering and cruel. Shuddering, he was unsure if it was the distinct, trembling air around him that made his bones rattle, his muscles taut with strain as he tried to get his bearings, but a careful eye to the indistinct hallway told him just where he was.
Or...at the very least, where he had been.
Blinking slowly, he could still see the key in his hand, and the frigid cold that bit at him from the door he figured he must have just left. In a way...that must have meant that...he just finished speaking to her...to Elsa. He could still feel his words upon his lips, and her words, playing on his ears. Despite his subtle pleas for peace, she didn't seem to be willing to (or by her own admission, able to) stop the raging storm that burned away what little remained of the fjord. Hans could remember it now, their brief conversation, the stale, frozen air that writhed in his lungs even in the little time that he'd been in there with her, with who he saw as the former queen...a simple pawn in this game he'd made.
Just as it should have been before.
But this time, the prince reminded himself carefully, it wouldn't do to get hasty. Not yet.
Not after all of this trouble he went through to get this far.
She could wait.
Besides, he thought coldly as he stored the keys to her cell on his buckle, clanging softly as they left his grip, dancing along with his footsteps, there was still something he had to take care of.
After all, he had guests to greet.
- (Elsewhere, same time) -
"Here, put this on. Just...just hold on, Anna. We're almost there, okay?" Kristoff whispered softly, taking his hat from his head and placing it upon Anna's crisp, whitening hair. It ate at her rustic, red locks, unabated and unmoved by his meager efforts to warm her, cracking with frost and cold as he thumbed one of her pigtails gently, grimacing at the cracking ice that licked his fingertips.
'Even her hair is freezing. This can't be good. I've got to hurry.' The young man reminded himself fearfully, setting it back upon her chest as the city of Arendelle came into view.
"Come on, Sven! Faster!" He shouted, the growing panic in his chest blistering at the pressure. They were closer now, and he knew it before he even looked up, shivering coarsely at the growing wind that blew up from the vast byways of the city below, and the fjord beyond. Carefully, he tried to pull her close, bracing against the wind as he and Sven made quick strides down the icy hills of what had once been early spring grasses.
Strange how quickly they changed, in just a few days' time, as if to remind them that the state their world was in now...was unnatural. A poignant point to make as, despite Arendelle's usually light, it's delicate beauty born of the splashes of gentil and color that once sprawled its many streets, Kristoff found none of that as their buildings came into view. As if the city itself had been drained of life, of saturation, the young man could see beds of virulent frost creeping along the sidings of houses, of stores, of the very streets themselves, even on the passing hills before eve crossing the threshold of the woods surrounding it. That made little mention of the sprawling mounds of snow that blocked most of them from the start, blanketing most of it in stark...white. He shouldn't have had to worry about it too much, them being seen as suspicious for having the Princess at such a time, especially someone like...him. A...peasant, for lack of a better word.
But there wasn't much time to worry about that at the moment.
Though, with the influx of panic he was sure that was happening below, it only took a glance to the small snowman at his side, riding upon his belly as he tried to keep pace (and frankly, was having little trouble) with he and Sven, to realize that perhaps it would be best if he remained...inconspicuous. He wasn't the most...discreet creature in world, Kristoff knew this, but he wasn't sure what to tell him. With a path they could take directing them straight to the castle, there wasn't much planning that the two of them could do, made worse by his quickening departure.
"I'll see you guys at the castle!" The small creature shouted to he and Sven before dipping down into the Arendelle's streets, a place far more accessible for his delicate snow instead to the pressing stone beneath Sven's hooves. Quickly, Kristoff did his best to respond back, shouting in response, "Stay out of sight, Olaf!", hoping that the snowman could hear him, and apparently he had.
"I will!" And that was the last thing that Kristoff heard him say before someone screamed.
He was seen.
If they hadn't been under the current circumstances, that would have been really funny, but...looking down to Anna, and the swirling storms that greeted his wide, terrified eyes as more tendrils of white at her once fiery hair, he noticed it, the paling, cold of her cheeks...and found little in him to laugh.
He just had to hope that Olaf would make it out okay.
They were closing in now, and he found himself slowing down as, just as the guards about the palace gates called to each other, and it was fairly obvious that he was right. Him having the princess in such a...state, was a clear point of interest as, even before he'd managed to get off of Sven, Anna in his arms, he was swarmed by the attendants of the castle. They hurried him from the reindeer, clamoring to look over Anna as she was rushed from his grasp.
"Hey, hey! Be careful with her! You can't just - " There was a distinct lack of consideration for his words as she began to get ushered away, almost too quickly for them to speak to each in the midst of the chaos, but neither of them noticed a parting in the crowd as the attendees came to a halt, and Kristoff followed their line of sight before he could see him. Hans came through just a quickly, a frantic expression given pause only when he'd reunited with the young woman, Anna, who'd since broken her gaze with Kristoff to bring the former into an embrace. He did his best to force down the coarse, growing emotion he couldn't name, far less understand as he was left to wayside, but he found himself...feeling strangely. Now wasn't the time for this sort of thing; as long as Anna got the she clearly needed, then what did it matter...who she was with, right? He'd done what he was supposed to, hadn't he? Yet...there was a nagging feeling the back of his mind, looking at the two of them as Hans gave her over to a few of the attendees of the court that...struck him.
He wasn't sure why, but even in the moments where the prince had begun to walk towards him...something about all of this, or more specifically him, felt...off. He couldn't name it, he couldn't understand it, at all, really, but it was there, lingering over his head as he felt Hans growing closer to him.
But that didn't make any sense.
They'd never even met, much less spoken to each, and he knew it was in bad taste to make snap judgements about a person you didn't know. All of things shouted back at him, demanded that he just...forget about it.
So he did.
Besides, what's the worst that the Prince had in mind? He...loved Anna.
He would never hurt her.
"Ah, and I take you're the one that brought her? She tells me your name is...Kristoff?" Hans began, gripping him lightly by his shoulder and leading him closer to the castle's gate, much to Kristoff's surprise. It was very seldom that he was (or really, anyone that wasn't related to the court directly...or tangentially, at that) were allowed to even set foot into just the courtyard alone, yet he'd passed the threshold just as quickly as he stammered to answer.
"Ah, y-yes. I...wanted to make sure she got back here to get the help she needed. She...she's going to be okay, right?" Kristoff found himself asking, his tone belying his worry, his fear, receiving a kind, assured nod from Hans that, admittedly, did very little to quell it.
He'd gotten back here as quickly as he could, pushing Sven to his very limits just to do so. Speaking of which, he quickly looked back to find Sven just as confused as he was as a few of the guards took his lead, and Kristoff couldn't ease the mild panic in his chest as they began to take him out of sight.
"Wait, where are they - " Hans was quick to answer, as if anticipating what he would ask, strangely enough. Waving a pristine, gloved hand before his face, as if dismissing his concern, he spoke, never losing his air of regality, even in the circumstances that they were in. It was strange, how he could look so calm with...everything going on. There was a quick succession of that same suspicion, but he pushed it back down.
Of course he would have to be cool, calm, and collected. He was in-charge of an entire city during all of this...who was he to assume that he wasn't afraid? By his own admission, Hans seemed to be taking all of this really well, and in some ways, it even felt as though he knew exactly what to do.
Strange how all of that worked.
"Don't worry. I've already told the guards to take Sven to the stables to get him out of this cold. He will be right there waiting for you, but for right now, come inside." Hans answered, and just as the two of them had made it through the gates, they were swiftly closed, leaving the freezing world behind. Kristoff had reason to be taken aback.
They...needed him? But...what exactly could he do that they couldn't do, but better? But something else was odd. Hans left his side for a moment, speaking amongst the guards with words that he couldn't really make out, but that wasn't that important to him as his mind lingered on a question. They...hadn't met before, right? And if that was true, then he couldn't have met Sven. Then, if then that's the case...how could he have known his name?
He never even told him his name, Sven's name, so he couldn't have...found that out, right? He and Anna met outside of Arendelle, so...no one knew him, and the more that he though about it...the less sense it made, but just as quickly, he tried to, again, ignore that thought, his doubts.
'Gods, I'm overthinking this! Maybe he just...heard it somewhere or something, or, maybe Anna had told him when they were talking? Regardless, none of this matters right now. I just need to focus on - ' Hans had come back, sidling silently beside him and Kristoff jumped, clearly startled as he hadn't even heard him coming, though...he had been distracted. but the prince sure did have a way of making his presence known.
"Anna's already inside. Come on, there's no need for you to be out there in this cold when you're part of the reason that Anna was even able to get home safely. Allow me to express my gratitude, if you would." The prince exclaimed, and Kristoff, at a loss at what to say, found himself unable to decline. He...wasn't even sure where to start; he was just the 'Ice man', wasn't he? All he'd done is ride her back; there was no reason that that should be celebrated, a part so small, so impossibly minute that literally anyone could have done it, right? Even the members of the courts that had come to Arendelle seemed to think so, shooting him dirty, scathing looks as he mulled beside Hans, looking distinctly out of place amongst the clean and orderly nobles that watched with burning eyes. To say that he was completely and utterly uncomfortable, entirely out of his league, would have been an understatement, and he found himself shrinking against the pressure of their eyes, their gazes, their scowls; part of him even considered just...leaving altogether.
But how would that look? To be formally invited into the castle by none other than the Prince of the Southern Isles, and to not only decline, but go running out of the castle gates like a coward? Even with his limited scope of...people rules and social etiquette, even he knew would be the worst choice that he could make.
'Come on, Kristoff. Man up! You're...not hurting anyone, just...keep your cool. Just...b-breathe.' He thought, taking in a shaky, uneven breath in a bid to calm himself. It was always so hard ease his...fear...around people. It was just too hard to predict what people would say, what they would do; especially in a place like this...out of his element, where the rules of the world beyond were only magnified, and he wasn't sure he could even handle being around commonfolk, let alone the droves of noble families that were trapped here with him. But...Anna needed him, and for her...he'd take his fears, his discomfort in stride if it meant that she would be okay. Swallowing thickly, he did his best attempt at a smile, though by his own admission, he felt more akin to a grimace than a grin, but it would have to do; he wasn't sure if he could manage more than this. Just as long as it was convincing enough to Hans, than he'd won.
"Ah, uh, t-thank you, prince...sir. I really appreciate this, and...uh...you're sure this is okay? I mean, I'm just - " Kristoff asked, choosing instead to focus on the path ahead and not the millions of glowering looks on either side of them as they had only just crossed the courtyard, making it to the massive door of the castle, to its many halls within. But Hans only laughed, patting his shoulder kindly, if a bit roughly.
"What?! Of course it's okay! What would make you think it wouldn't be? You helped save the princess; if anyone deserves to be here..." Stopping just short of the door, Hans raised his voice a bit, a few of the other heads that had been watching the two of them were called to attention as he exclaimed, "...is you. Isn't that right, everyone?" He continued, and slowly, the many heads eased into a slow nod, though they looked...forced.
But Kristoff didn't have the heart to even mention how...fabricated the impressed smiles were around him, and simply nodded in return, losing the words to say in protest. He wasn't sure that what Hans had did was much better since, as soon as the prince turned his back, the frowns, the dismay upon their faces returned ten-fold. It was just a good thing that they were finally easing inside, and there were less people to look at him here, most of the attendees and nobles within the walls idling about, talking and interacting amongst themselves, and even better, that kept their attention off of him, which helped to ease his nerves, if just a bit. He still felt out of place, but at least it wasn't as...invasive, feeling all of their eyes on him at once. Hans pulled them to a stop, and, departing to speak with one of the court staff, an older woman, Kristoff couldn't help but look around a bit, and found himself taken aback. He'd never been somewhere this...opulent before. From the sprawling velvet rugs and curtains, to the cherry wood floors that laid glistening and lacquered beneath his wet boots, a blush of guilt seeped in slowly, carefully, as he realized that he was probably ruining the flooring where his soaked feet rested, but he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do about that. Despite this, his eyes still fluttered about, unsure as to what he should look at first.
From the embellishment in the very frames of the stairs to the linings of embroidered art and portraits that lined the walls, it felt like a great sin to even be here...at all.
But he wouldn't have too much time to rest in this feeling as Hans had returned to him, and again, they were set to traverse the stairs of the main halls, leading to the outlook above their heads that led to collections of rooms beyond his view. He was still nervous, but at least this time, Kristoff could at least relax some more as, even though he still questions for the prince, there weren't as many onlookers to beat into him the reminder that he...didn't belong here.
"Anna's just down this hall. Come on, I'm sure she'll be glad to see you." Hans assured him, and Kristoff smiled, truly, this time.
They would get through his...so long as they were together, than...they could figure this out. Nothing else mattered but to get Anna help.
And so, they came to a room, a branching door painted white with enclaves for purple flowers, an ornate inclusion, and with a turn of the knob, it was open, a rush of warmth greeting them as Anna waited within.
- (Same time) -
He'd figured it would be easy to get to oaf here, but not this easy. From what he could tell, from his...experience before, he thought that perhaps he'd be a bit more...questioning, perhaps a bit more suspicious, from what he could tell. But just a bit of flowered words, a declaration of acceptance and gratitude, and Kristoff was right here beside him.
It was his fault for expecting anything more from him.
Though, it probably helped that Anna was the incentive here, and though in any other circumstance, they could probably take care of Anna without the help of some uneducated ice-harvester...this was fine, too. No...this was perfect.
Just...perfect.
"Anna, we're here!" He hardly managed to get into the room before Kristoff bolted from his side, startling the attendees within, each of them scrambling to get out of the way of the solid form of the latter, the young man diving to meet Anna's outstretched arms, her faced transformed from a grim, pain wince, to a relieved smile that seem to glow as the two of them met. The blonde was quick to check her over, and just as he was doing so, though they didn't protest against him, the attendants were, understandably, displeased. Afterall, some poor, smelly sod had just intruded into the chambers of a royal, and they were there by his side, airing their grievances to the prince, but he only smiled. With them being so close...this was just going to make all of this work...better.
Now he just needed to meet them halfway.
"Ah, it is alright. I'm here, so things should be fine. You are dismissed." He expressed calmly, and though they looked hesitant, they nodded, bidding their adieus to the princess and, with a swiftness that only seasoned staff of the castle could manage, they were gone, easing their way out of the door and out into the halls as the door was shut quietly behind them.
Leaving just the three of them behind.
"Anna, are you okay? By the Gods, you're so cold. Prince Hans, do we have any blankets, or like a throw, or anything we can use to get her warmed up?! She's freezing!" Kristoff called out to him, and the prince's emerald eyes flickered to down him, crouched before the couch that Anna had been set upon, the man looking to the latter pleadingly, but the tone of his voice, the command behind it, was clear.
Despite knowing that this was what he wanted, part of him didn't take too kindly to having some low-born pig speaking down to him...but he could tolerate answering his call if it meant he could get what he needed. Besides, it would only be a little longer now. Looking to the fireplace, the prince rushed over to it, and looked inside. Within, there were logs, several in-fact. Unburned, but prepped, by the attendees, he was sure. Of course, in any other circumstance, he would have left them there, tried to start a fire to ease the burden on the princess's body...but that wasn't what he intended to do at all. Taking them from their place within the fireplace, he quickly set them aside, placing them out of sight, making note of the large vase that rested upon the dresser at his side.
Raising a brow, he looked to Anna for the briefest of moments, an idea brewing in mind.
Yes...that would be perfect.
"Ah, there should be some in one of the chests back there. Grab as many as you need, I'll set about working on the fire!" Hans responded in kind, Kristoff nodding and, with a gentle look to Anna, he left her side, and in the same breath, left Hans' line of sight, and he the same for Kristoff. With Anna being tend to, he could take a moment in feign inspecting the fireplace...only to present it as though the logs weren't there.
In that same moment, Kristoff had rushed back with, from what Hans could tell, at least five blankets in his arms, taking the time to place and tuck each thick, quilted sheet over the young woman in their stead, but his panic was evident in the manner that he turned, eying the fireplace first before directing his attention to Hans.
"Prince? The fire, we need the - " Kristoff started, but Hans didn't allow him to finish, both in part of being fed up with getting told what to do by him of all people, but also, because he knew just he would say. He was wondering why the fire hadn't started, why there room still remained frosted and cold despite the urgency of their situation. Well, of course, he had an answer for all of those questions, and he answered him in kind.
"Ah, it's just that...there doesn't appear to be any logs in there. I thought for certain there would be some here, you know? This is troubling..." Hans started, shaking his head mournfully as he pretended to inspect the fireplace again, feigning an effort of searching for the logs. His own firm, but worried, expression, a fabrication of his own, seemed to match Kristoff's, and the young man blanched at Hans' admission.
"Are there more? Maybe in the other rooms - " He wouldn't get the chance to finish what he'd said, stopped by the prince's raised hand.
"That would have been the best course of action, yes? But the other nobles are inside many of them; we wouldn't want to have them go cold in Anna's place, would we? Though...I do know of another way to get some, but..." He hadn't even had the chance to finish what he said before Kristoff perked up, cutting him off, much to his continued agitation.
"Where?! I can get them, just tell me where to go and I'll get them for you!" Kristoff offered quickly, desperately, and Hans was taken aback.
He was pretty much doing much of his job for him at this point. Not only had he practically not refused his offer to come to the castle in the first place, but now, he was practically offering himself up to the chopping block without even knowing what any of this entailed?
Hans couldn't help but smile.
He loved the stupid ones. It was far too easy to manipulate them.
"Oh? Even if I told you that it's kept in the stables? It's quite a ways down from here, you know. You'd have to take the longer route since many of the nobles roam the main halls, and likely wouldn't take too kindly to you seeming as though you were roaming. Are you truly okay with that?" The prince questioned, and Kristoff spared not a thought to the contrary, already agreeing to it before he even knew where to go.
"Yes! I would do anything if it meant we could help Anna just a little!" He declared, earthy, brown eyes burning with resolve. It was...sweet, saccharine, even...and it was just what Hans needed. Nodding, he closed the distance to the former, giving him a parting smile.
"Thank you, truly. Despite everything that you've already done, you're still willing to do more. Truly, you've done too much, and we are in your debt." Hans uttered with quiet breath, noticing the way that Kristoff rushed red from his words. Lifting an ungloved hand, the prince having missed the moment that he'd taken off them off, the young man laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head in earnest.
"Ah, you don't have to thank me. It's nothing, really! Just...tell me where to go, and I'll be back as soon as I can!" Kristoff exclaimed, seeming ready to shift the conversation from himself, and Hans obliged.
"Of course. All you have to do is, from this hall, continue to the left and into the service hallways, it's one of the little passages that Staff use to get around the castle, but the one from this hall leads down to the western wing. If you take that one, if should lead you right to the Stables." Hans explained, watching Kristoff's expression to see if he understood, and for the most part, the man seemed to, nodding slowly before making it to his feet. The young man gave Anna a long, careful look, squeezing her cold hands, gently as he prepared to depart. She parted her wide, tired eyes, giving him a small, affirming smile.
"I'll be right back, Anna. I promise. We're going to figure this out, okay?" He assured her, and slowly, she nodded, not an air of doubt in her eyes.
"I-I...know. Thank you, K-Kristoff..." Smiling, he nodded, though the blush only seemed to intensify with her words, and if he hadn't been seen, Hans surely would have rolled his eyes. All of this…nonsense was just that: nonsense. But he was sure to remind himself to be patient, to wait until they finished to begin ushering Kristoff off the door, easing him to the white, polished wood of the door. Hans made sure to remind him of where to go, running down the instructions once more before he managed to get outside of the door, and soon…it was just Hans, and Anna.
Quietly, the door was closed, Hans' hand pulling it shut, there was a veritable silence as the man listened to Kristoff patter off quickly down the halls, and soon, there was nothing beyond the door…but the quiet that remained. Quiet enough that Anna seemed to take notice of the click of the lock, clear against the echo of the room, the princess's eyes wavering with confusion at his action.
"Hans? You locked the door? Why did you - " With an eased wave, he clicked his tongue, turning to her calmly, gracefully, as he made his way over to the couch. It would do to not have her ask too many questions; there was only so much in the way of patience that he had, not to mention, he didn't have much time now before that oaf would make his return. And knowing what he had to do…he'd need as much time as he could manage.
Especially if he intended to do this right.
After all of this effort, he couldn't afford to get…sloppy
"Ah, just so we can keep it from getting too busy in here. Would hate to have so many onlookers about, crowding the room, especially when you're in such a…delicate state. Don't worry, it's just going to be us…for a little while. Just as we wait for Kristoff. That's fine, right?" He asked, grabbing her hand softly, giving it a small kiss that, this time, made the young woman bloom a violent red.
"Oh, up, y-yes…that's okay. But Hans, I need you to - " The prince didn't bother waiting for her to finish before moving to the window, pulling the curtains carefully, quickly, burning the room with dark tones. Anna didn't hide her surprise when it became harder to see, and the woman tried her best to sit up, but struggled enough to move as the cold began to set in further. He could practically feel it, the confusion trembling in her eyes as she searched the dark for the prince, and in those same moments, as he trekked from the window and back to the fireplace, he made it to the dresser. Before it, he felt his hands glide over the mouth of a vase, large, rounded…cold to the touch, just the same as it had been before.
'Right where you should be...' The prince mused darkly as he allowed his hands to rest over the head, taking it in his grip.
"H-Hans? Why did you pull the blinds? Where are you? It's a little...l-little hard to see..." She asked the frigid, empty air before her, scanning the room slowly as she tried to make out the dark shapes around her, but Hans...he had little trouble navigating the room, swift movements eased as he pulled it up into his grasp, sliding it off of the polished wood and firmly in his hands, carefully to manage the noise he was making. He couldn't have her finding him so soon, not when he just needed...the perfect moment.
And when could it be more perfect than this.
But his lack of answer was making her nervous, he could hear it in the hitching of her breathing.
"H-Hans?" She called again, and he felt his lips upturn, a crude smile remaining on his face as he sauntered to the edge of the couch, right where her head remained perched, turning wildly as she tried to find him, hardly knowing that...he was right behind her, laying there...vulnerable. In the back of his mind, he wanted to cherish this moment, the breaths before something happened often the most exhilarating, the most...intoxicating. The prince shuddered as he placed his other hand right at the neck of the vase, raising it over his head as he readied himself to strike, and he felt a chuckle leave his lips, and it was this sound that called her eyes back to him. They were wide, like a delicate doe that had found the hunter...just a little...too...late.
"Goodnight, Anna." Hans echoed quietly, barely a whisper...before bringing down the vase upon her head with a resounding crack.
Though the vase remained intact, Hans could feel the blood from the impact dripping onto his gloves, splashing them a darker shade that, even if he couldn't see all too well, he could make out the splotch that stained the once pristine fabric red. Anna didn't even scream, she didn't get the chance to, falling over into a weak heap as her breath eased to a shudder.. In fact, even in the perverse dark around him, he felt himself endeared to the peaceful expression that fell upon her youthful face as her consciousness began to wane.
In any other instance, that would have been enough, right? Just enough to render the person...inert, inactive.
But...that wasn't enough.
It wasn't enough for her to just be inactive...unconscious.
One slip up, and it wouldn't just be prison for him, he knew that all to well. No, he had to be thorough, complete in his efforts so that this could go off without a hitch, just the way that he needed it to...and he knew just what he had to do to get that done. Raising the vase over his head once more, Hans spared little in his force as he eyed her bloodied scalp, careful to aim for a different spot, if only to avoid killing her, though it wasn't out of a feeling of sentimentality that he had for the girl. No, there wasn't an ounce of love there to be found...it would just have made things infinitely harder if she did end up...dead.
He didn't wait a moment longer to bring it down again, the dull thud of her skull against the tough, porcelain exterior of the vase enough to tell him that he had hit his mark, and, dropping it to the floor, Hans found himself shocked, still, to find the vase remained unbroken.
'Hmm, that's sturdy, isn't it?' He mused to himself, stepping around the object to eye the princess, and oddly enough, the prince thought, she seemed as though she were just sleeping...eased off into a slumber just as easily as anyone else.
And that was just what he wanted.
Just...what he needed.
It had been clear to him from the start that it wasn't enough anymore to just "do the bear minimum"...not if this was going to work...and that's just what it would do. This...would work.
He would make sure of it.
But to do that...it had to look the part. And with that idiot down at the stables...Hans knew that he had to take drastic measures...questionable measures...but it was for him, for what he deserved, wasn't it, the prince pondered as he began to unbuckle his belt, easing his way back around to the front of the couch in the midst of it.
"Isn't that right, Anna? Shouldn't you fight for things that you want? Shouldn't you fight for what you're owed? What you deserve? Shouldn't you? You'd understand, wouldn't you?" He asked, though he knew full well he wouldn't get an answer...but he didn't need one. No...he didn't need anyone to justify, to validate him...not when this was what he knew he wanted...what he knew was rightfully his.
Throwing his belt to the ground, it clanged woefully upon the rug, a dull thud as he unfastened his pants, groaning as his pants grew tighter with need.
"You'll thank me for this, you know. Thank me for setting the world...right. Thank me for correcting the world that you, that fucking idiot, and your bitch of a sister...ruined for...me..." He grunted as he pulled down his pants, his briefs following suit. His flesh, engorged, fell into his hands as he pumped, stroking his shaft as he cleared the distance to the couch. He looked to her, stared at her, as his smile turned to bitterness, his arousal fueled by his anger.
That was right.
This was the future that was meant to be.
This...was his future, his destiny...his kingdom.
This...all of this...was his. And so...was she.
Taking a seat upon the edge of the seat, he released himself and removed his own gloves only to trace the lining of her dress's fabric, running his hands along her chest, cupping her breasts with careful hands. Hans had to admit; she was perfect, just as beautiful as he needed the future queen of Arendelle to be. Taking the buttons of her top in hand, he unfastened them, revealing to him a laced bra, just as fine and delicate as he expected it to be.
Everything was just as he imagined it would be.
He wasn't gentle about removing it, tearing it from her chest with one, swift movement and throwing it to the ground. Curling his fingers around her nipples, Hans shook his head, sucking his teeth with the expression you'd give a child, a misbehaving one, that is.
"You know, Anna? I find a body like this, as...beautiful as this...deserves to the treasured..." Leaning down, he nipped at the puckering flesh, biting a bit harder at her lack of reaction, leaving a fresh mark behind, before sucking, slowly, meticulously, stroking himself all the while, continuing to speak once he'd leaned back up," ...to be touched. And best of all...you won't deny me. You can't deny me." He murmured lustfully, slipping his hand over her legs, then to her thighs...until eventually, he reached the seat of her panties, thumbing the sensitive region through the fabric to her underwear. He could hardly contain himself as he pulled them down, easing them along her legs before they, too, were tossed away out of sight.
That's right, the man mused as he opened her legs, pushing her dress up so he could lay upon her.
She couldn't deny him...anymore.
No one...would deny him anymore.
And in one, swift, movement...he forced himself inside.