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Helsaween Week 2 - Mirror

Rating: T Pairing(s): Hans/Elsa

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There were dust gathering on the sheets.

She hadn’t paid much attention to it, she hadn’t paid much attention to anything, and she had been wearing gloves again—not to hide what she had hidden throughout her childhood but the reminders of the months that she had gone through lately—so she hadn’t felt the dust under her fingertips until now.

Not that she touched those sheets often anyway.

She had only taken notice due to the slight breeze coming from underneath the closed door that had blown fine particles into the air that she breathed, causing her to cough.

Her bedchamber was dark, even during the day, with the heavy curtains drawn over the windows that allowed no sunlight to come through, but her eyes had adjusted to her choice of living.

She couldn’t risk it. Not even her magic, definitely not the obvious things.

It had been months.

She could only imagine how terrible she must have looked.

Gerda had been the only one that came to her chambers—the only one allowed to, and each time there was this worried glint in her eyes that Elsa caught, even when the Governess tried to hide it, each time she entered and take one look at the Queen. That glint had only grown more and more desperate and clear with each visit.

There was a crunch coming from underneath the sole of her shoe when she walked around the room, so Gerda must have missed that particular spot for months, but Elsa was barely bothered by it.

With each passing day, it only got lonelier, and with each passing day her fingers twitched with an itch to remove a sheet.

She resisted, of course.

It was the only thing that she had thoroughly put her mind to, it seemed. To resist, to deny the temptation, to not grab and grip and rip the sheet off, to maybe be proven wrong and that maybe it was all nothing but an illusion, something that her mind created, and that it was not real, no matter how real it felt.

Her knuckles ached sometimes, so maybe Gerda hadn’t done a perfect job in that matter too, but it was alright. The pain served as a reminder that she was not dreaming, that she was still awake and aware—even when she wouldn’t care at least she was aware. That she was here, despite her better wishes.

“Please, Your Majesty,” Gerda had practically begged by this point. “You must not wallow in your grief continuously like so.”

She hadn’t even mentioned her name, and yet the gripping ache in her heart was still there, just as painful and just as stabbing, that Elsa winced involuntarily as she sat at the vanity, letting the Governess brushed through the tangles of platinum blonde hair while she stared at the covered mirror.

“What is it that you fear, Your Majesty?” It was Gerda who asked that, and yet she had heard another voice, not the Governess’, shrill and high pitched, youthful… familiar.

“What are you so afraid of?”

It made her eyes shut tightly as she tried to block the image and the voices that had suddenly flooded her mind, and she was half-aware of the fact that her lips had moved to whisper a ‘don’t’ when Gerda had spoken something even when it sounded so distant and far away, a mere echo that she couldn’t understand.

“I will be fine, Elsa. I will see you in two weeks.”

A broken promise that she should have seen from a mile away. It was the same promise, in that same false comforting tone, that always fooled her into thinking that it would not be the same. That perhaps this time, it would be different.

It never was.

“Don’t!”

She had unconsciously reached forward, holding onto the older woman’s wrist with vise-like grip—even when her own hand was trembling, she had just noticed—when Gerda had reached for the sheet covering the mirror in front of her, stopping her from taking it off.

“Please, don’t.” Her voice was barely a whisper, pathetic and defeated, unlike the Queen she was meant to be, as her hold wavered and her hand fell away from the Governess’ wrist. “I’m begging you.”

“It’s unhealthy, Your Majesty.” Gerda told her, tone gentle and patient, yet firm nonetheless. “There is nothing there other than your own reflection, I promise you.”

She had no strength to reach up to stop the older woman for the second time, as she tugged and let the sheet fell away from the vanity mirror and onto the floor.

And, just as Gerda had promised, Elsa had stared at nothing other than who she supposed was her. Her reflection had looked far thinner than she had thought she was, cheeks hollowed instead of being full until she could take note of the cheekbones that jutted out from under her skin, her eyes were sunken with dark circles under them as a result of her difficulty of sleeping—she only slept when exhaustion had truly gotten onto her and she couldn’t resist anymore—and her hair had no longer been vibrant and full, like there was no life in them.

Like… there was no life in her.

Which was good, surprisingly enough, because she associated her with being full of life, and her appearance lacking that made it far easier for her to stare at herself and not seeing her.

Gerda left after that, perhaps satisfied enough for the day as she had made a little progress, even when Elsa had requested for her to pull the sheet back over the mirror.

Now night had fallen and she found herself facing the tall standing mirror in her room, hand gripping against the sheet—ungloved. There was nothing there, she told herself, she had seen nothing but herself on the mirror earlier. There was nothing to be afraid of.

Ripping the sheet away, the way one would rip a bandage in one go as to only feel the pain once, fine dust flew everywhere around her as Elsa stared at her own reflection in the dark, standing in her nightgown, feet bare, all alone.

She was alone.

That was good.

She turned, wishing to head for the bed, when the fine hair at the nape of her neck had suddenly stood up right before—

“I’m still here.” That smug, masculine voice, had spoken from behind her, making her whip around to face and glare at him in the mirror, watching her with a tilt of his head. “You endure far longer than I was expecting. I actually have gotten quite lonely.”

“Leave.” Her voice was still nothing above a whisper, throat sore from the lack of use, shakier than she would have liked. “Leave me alone.”

“You know I can’t.”

“Why it has to be you?” she took one step closer toward the mirror, eyes filled with disgust, as she stared at the man bearing just about the same amount of disgust toward her.

“You know why.” Hans replied. “Do you really want me to spell it out for you?”

Her right hand curled into a fist so tight that it began to shake at her side. The urge was there, boiling right under her skin, and she hadn’t felt such burning heat in so long, that anger and hatred.

Apparently, he had taken notice, as one of his eyebrow rose while he eyed her fist. “Don’t hurt yourself, delicate Queen,” he warned. “You know it’s useless.”

Even on the cracked mirror she could still see the way his lips tugged into a smug smile. She hated it. She hated knowing that he was right. She tried it before, and yet there he was still.

So she bent down, reaching for the sheet once again, to cover the mirror and to cover him, push him away from her sight and her thought, because apparently when she couldn’t see him then he couldn’t speak to her either.

“You and I, we are not so different, Elsa.”

The way he had spoken her name, the way he would even dare to compare the two of them together, made her jaw clenched as she straightened back up, the sheet forgotten. “I am not like you.” She sneered through gritted teeth. She took another step forward, and even when she tried not to do it her eyes still glanced toward the purple bruising on his neck in the shape of long slender fingers.

Hans noticed that too, the direction of her eyes had flittered toward, and the corner of his lips tugged once again. “Even when you’re staring right at the example of it?”

“I am not like you,” she repeated, a chant, like a spell for herself. “I am not like you.”

“Even when it was your hands, your fingers, around my throat?” Hans asked.

“You killed her!” She cried out in return, one accusing finger pointed at him. “You killed Anna!”

“You killed her.” Hans corrected, just like each and every time she told him of his crime, even when her chest ached and her head throbbed. “It’s your ice in her heart.”

Her fist met with the already cracked mirror, damaging it further, and she didn’t even take note of the way the scars on her knuckles had opened once again, her skin torn once more, with warm blood dripping down onto the floor along with the pieces of sharp glass.

She never used her magic since that day, because it was too painful of a reminder and because he would appear on the reflection of the smooth ice too.

“You did nothing to save her.” She breathed, eyes sharp and murderous. “You claim to love her and you stood by as she died.”

“Maybe I did.” Hans nodded, face distorted due to the uneven surface of the broken mirror under her still clenched fist. “Maybe I didn’t. Does it matter, Elsa? You still blame me for it and I paid my price.”

Her knuckles ached, fingers twitching after her hand had fallen limply back at her side. “I didn’t mean to.” She choked out, falling to her knees as her hands went toward her head, fingers clawing through her hair, staining the pale color with red. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Which one? Which murder, Elsa?” Hans questioned. “Hers or mine?”

But she was no longer listening to him. At least, it was not Hans’ voice that she was hearing anymore as her fingers tugged painfully against the roots of her hair. “I didn’t mean to.” She sobbed as the voices of her father echoed in her mind, bending forward until she had her face so close to the ground that she could even feel the fine dust of glass against her skin. “I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“I am your guilt, Elsa.” Hans continued, as cold eyes watched the way the woman broke before him. “I am the sins you have committed.”

And even when Elsa had screamed and cried out, even when Gerda had rushed into the bedchamber only to find the platinum blonde haired woman bloodied amongst the broken glass of the now fallen mirror, even when there was no reflection for Elsa to see Hans due to her own blood, for once she could still hear his voice in her ears.

“Mad Queen of Arendelle.”

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Helsaween Week 1 - The Woods

Rating: T Pairing(s): Hans/Elsa @helsaweenfun

The chill crept down his spine like long fingers brushing against his bones.

He had told himself not to be afraid, that it was nothing but his mind playing tricks on him. That the towering trees were just trees instead of giant motionless figures with their eyes watching his every movement, that the shadows he could have sworn he could see from the corner of his eyes were nothing but his imagination, and that the chill that stabbed him were merely the cold of the night.

Stumbling through the dark of the woods, Hans had only his senses to lead him in his search of an exit, but the more he walked the deeper into the woods he seemed to be leading himself to.

Even when he had changed his course, changed his path—or at least that what he forced himself to believe, that he had not lost his way completely and made fool of his status as former Admiral that could navigate the seas—the woods had only grown darker and denser. Like there was no way out.

There was nothing in his possession, no source of light nor food, just the clothes that stuck onto his body. Hans had thought to stop and to camp, but the gut feeling in the depth of his stomach told him to keep moving, that if he ever stopped or even paused he would regret it.

But the deeper he was into the woods, the more that he felt like losing his mind.

After his eyes had played tricks on him regarding his surrounding, it was his ears that betrayed him next.

There were… whispers. Soft, gentle, barely a breeze that brushed against the shell of his ears, and he could not even made out the words. But it was there. He was sure of it.

The deeper he was into the woods, the clearer the whispers were.

It was… calling for his name.

He was sure that no one would know of his name. How could the woods know of his name, anyway? How could it whisper to him if it was not a living being capable of words in the first place?

Pushing himself forward—because he couldn’t stop, because if he stopped he will regret it—Hans stumbled over an overgrown root that sprouted from the ground, his worn boots kicking against the solid part of the tree—which one, he couldn’t tell, there was nothing but trees all around him—but he had managed not to fall forward on his face and kept moving.

The further he was, the more those whispers sounded real, more human.

Sounding like someone he had known, someone from his past.

“Hans…”

The whisper had suddenly come so close, like it was breathed right beside his ear, that Hans had jerked away, just as he felt the sensation of delicate fingers against the nape of his neck. Swiftly turning around, there was no one behind him.

He didn’t realize how cold his surrounding was until now, how his warm breaths came in puffs of white clouds in contrast with the low temperature. A shiver ran down his spine, settling down in his bones in a sharp stabbing manner. It was the kind of cold that he couldn’t ignore, that numbed his fingers and toes almost immediately and crawled up every fiber of his muscles and not allowing him to move as freely.

One blink. One blink was all it took for him to suddenly find the white ghastly figure across of him, with blue eyes as the stark contrast of all the white—staring right at him.

Another blink and that figure had suddenly stood right before him, face to face, with that same piercing eyes. And despite the eerie darkness and the coldness that stabbed him, he could not deny the fact that the figure before him—one with the long platinum blonde almost white hair down her back and the skin as light as the moonlight, was hauntingly beautiful.

“Hans.” The figure had spoken, lips moving with each word and syllable, and yet unlike him there was no puff of white cloud that came from her. Almost as if she was not breathing. Or that she breathed the same cold air as the wood itself. Long fingers came up to him, on the sides of his face, and he had winced at the cold touch. “It has been so long, has it not?”

“Elsa.” Despite the fear that gripped him, the frostbite that he was experiencing, the growing gnawing frost that climbed his skin underneath her touch, he had spoken of her name. That one name he had not spoken of for years and yet never once forgotten.

The figure smiled, even when her overall expression and eyes remained cold and straight, he had somehow felt the satisfaction behind that smile. She was satisfied that he remembered her.

“How unfortunate it is for you to stumble upon my domain.” She hummed, still remaining without expression nor feeling it seemed, somber and cold. Soulless.

But something about her tugged something within him, making him had to fight himself, to resist the temptation to reach forward and touch her. Desire and common-sense battling within his mind.

“You’ve changed.” He had instead said. He remembered her as being cold, yes, but not this cold. There was still warmth in her back then, flush of red across her cheeks and nose, caring eyes when she looked at her younger sister. There was nothing now. Just a shell of a woman. He was not even sure if she was still Queen of Arendelle.

There was a shift in her eyes, so subtle that he would have missed it should they were not standing so close to one another as he dully noted that he couldn’t feel his toes any longer. “I have, haven’t I?” even her voice changed. More airy, distant, like she was not even thinking about what she was saying anymore. But that shift, that subtle quick shift, almost made her sounded like herself, even in a fleeting moment, before she returned to what she was now. “No matter. You are here now.”

He was here now. Why did he feel a strange comfort in that? Why wasn’t he resisting?

Why did he need to resist?

“I am here now.” Had he been the one that said that? He couldn’t recall thinking of answering her like so. His mind was slipping.

“You would keep me company, would you?” He could feel his head moving in a nod, even when he didn’t tell his body to, and Elsa smiled once again. And once again his grip on reality loosened. “I wouldn’t be lonely anymore.”

Her hands brought his face closer to hers, and he didn’t resist. At the corners of his eyes he could barely see the start of frost growing from them, and while he would have been afraid before, he did not now.

“Stay with me, Hans. Forever.”

Her lips were cold against his, but only for a moment, and then them warmed. Or perhaps his became cold, he couldn’t tell which one from which anymore. Elsa parted her lips as well as his, and she breathed something into him. It made his hands—which had been so cold and freezing that he couldn’t move them—held her by the waist, like he was hypnotized. And yet he still didn’t resist. He couldn’t and wouldn’t resist.

He would stay with her.

Forever.

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Title: it became a nemesis

Fandom: Frozen

Genre: Supernatural, Angst, and Hurt & No Comfort

Event: Helsaween 2023 (Discord / Tumblr)

AU: Week 3 — Cursed

Chapters: 3/4

Word count: 3.4K

Summary: Then, upon unwrapping the silks and fabrics, and peering inside, Elsa is instantly greeted by a beautiful hand mirror; decorated with stainless silver framing, and intricate rose carvings and wrapping vines detailing crawling up the handle.

“How handsome,”

— HansElsa, Hand mirror AU

Chapter 3/4 link: (ao3)

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Cursed Pt.1

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He sighed as he watched her making presents out of her ice magic for the town's children. He wished he didn't have cursed powers. Powers that could destroy countries.

He walked away from the festivities since he didn't want people to talk about him and his good for nothing powers. He sat on the sidewalk for a while, watching everyone run around and have fun.

"Why are you not coming to join us?" He looked up and saw Elsa standing there with a small smile on her lips. Hans sighed. "I don't think people would like me to since I have these...powers." He said.

Elsa sat next to him and placed her head on his shoulder. "Yes, they are cursed, but mine are the same. Don't you have any faith in me to change your mind on it?" He placed his head on top of hers and sighed.

"Even if you change my mind I'll always remember it as being cursed." Elsa took his hands in hers and rubbed circles on his palms. "I still want you to make the best of your powers though. You and I can be a power couple." She said with a small giggle.

Hans chuckled along with her and nodded. "Fine, only since you decided to help me to see the good in these powers of mine." He could wield fire from his palms, yet he still felt like it wasn't good enough to be of use for anything.

"I'll be with you every step of the way." She said, making Hans smile with delight. If she was with him he felt like he could conquer the world, one way of another.

"Thank you, Elsa."

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(trigger warning: scars)

HELSAWEEN - WEEK THREE

- Cursed -

Just two cursed royals. One of them has a dangerous power, and one of them has twelve mean older brothers.

They're the same in different ways.

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HELSAWEEN - WEEK TWO

- Mirror -

Reflection of a potential future, a future where he got more than the desired crown and power, where he got the love that maybe he wanted more (just in my head, unfortunately)

It's just so irritating that he could have had a happy life and all Helsa fan dream come true, but no, he had to be the bad guy. (i love you Hans, but you're such an impatient idiot)

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Mirror Pt.2

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He came back the next night like he promised himself. He saw her getting into bed after she had come out of the bathroom. He hid behind her mirror, still getting a good view of her.

Elsa sighed as she laid in bed. She still couldn't stop thinking about the man that visited her last night. She was about to close her eyes when something moved in the corner of her room by the mirror.

She sat up in bed and squinted her eyes only to see the man from last night. She wanted to know what he looked like, but he wasn't giving it to her. "How long were you standing there?" She asked.

The man shrugged as he walked towards her. "How long until you noticed me?" Elsa's breathing picked up when the man sat on the edge of her bed.

"I won't hurt you, Elsa." He said darkly. She loved his voice. It was deep and sexy in her opinion. "I can't trust you. You broke into my house 2 nights in a row, I am not okay with that." She said as she wrapped her arms around herself.

Hans smirked under his hood. "Then why haven't you called the cops? I know you like the idea of me being here, watching you while you have your hands between your legs."

Elsa's eyes widened when he said that. He watched her do that, but she was thankful he didn't know who she was thinking about while she was doing dirty things to herself.

"Who were you thinking about, Elsa? Were you thinking about that farm boy who lives next door, the one who gives you your newspaper every morning?"

Elsa gasped when Hans wrapped his hand around her neck. "How do you know about that? About him?" Hans chuckled darkly. "I know everything associated with you, babygirl and I intend to keep it that way."

Elsa grasped Hans's hand from her throat and pushed him away. "Fuck you." Hans smirked again. "I know you want to." Elsa scoffed in disgust, but he didn't need to know she actually wanted to.

She was certainly going off her head for even thinking of sleeping with her stalker. "Why can't you leave me alone?" She asked.

"You know I will always come back for you, babygirl." He said as he touched her face with his warm hands.

Elsa moved away from him. "I don't know you. Let me see you." She said with command. The man laughed deeply, making Elsa's heart skip a beat and her other parts tingle. 'He has such a gorgeous laugh.' She thought.

"I'll let you see me tomorrow night. For today, I want to see you." Elsa's eyes widened. "No." She said. Hans chuckled and got off the bed.

"Fine, I won't force you, but tomorrow I want to see all of you." With that he walked to the door and opened it.

"Sleep well, babygirl." With that Hans closed the door and started walking down the hallway. Before Elsa could catch up to him, he was already gone.

"I will make sure to know who you are." She said with determination. She wanted to know who that man was. The man who had been stalking her for 2 nights in a row.

She wanted to know it all. Every single fucked up detail about him.

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Mirror Pt.1

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She woke up, drenched in sweat. Her mind racing due to having someone watching her from the shadows. She brought the comforter to her chest in hopes to shield her vulnerable state.

Her eyes adjusted to the darkness of her bedroom. The lighting illuminating the room ever so often. She felt eyes on her, she knew she could.

She didn't believe in ghosts, but now she did. She felt her skin getting goosebumps, despite being immune to cold. She scanned the room, until her eyes locked onto the mirror at the far end of her room.

She got out of bed and walked towards it as if in a trance. Her hands glided over the glass surface until she spotted something or someone standing behind her. She turned around and saw that no one was there.

She turned back to the mirror only to see the hooded figure again. Her eyes were probably playing tricks on her as she woke up in shock at 3 in the morning.

She then went and laid in bed, until she looked up and spotted the hooded figure. Her eyes widened and she sat up in bed. "Wha-who are you?" She stuttered. The hooded figure walked towards her.

She closed her eyes, until she felt something warm caress her cheek softly. "I'm here for what's mine, Elsa and that's you." The figure said. She opened her eyes and saw the hooded figure had disappeared. She looked around and found nothing. No sign of him.

What surprised her was how deep his voice was. It made her tingle with delight. She sounded crazy for thinking of her fantasies with that man.

Little did she know, the man was standing there, in her bedroom, by the mirror. Smirking at what he achieved.

Achieved to finally touch what he was planning on making his. He watched her sleep and when he heard her snores he walked out of her room with a smile on his face.

His phone flashed in his hand and he picked it up. "Talk to me." He said gruffly. "Hans, we need your help." He smirked and replied. "I'm on my way." He knew he would be coming back tomorrow night to claim another part of her. He was sure of it.

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@helsaweenfun

Title: it became a nemesis

Fandom: Frozen

Genre: Supernatural, Angst, and Hurt & No Comfort

Event: Helsaween 2023 (Discord / Tumblr)

AU: Week 2 — Mirror

Chapters: 2/4

Word count: 4.4K

“How handsome,”

— HansElsa, Hand mirror AU

Chapter 2/4 link: (ao3)

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The Woods Final

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Elsa smiles at her sister who is petting Sitron, Hans's horse. "Tea, my queen?" She looks up to see Hans standing there with a cup of tea in his hand.

Elsa accepts the cup and smiles at him. Hans then takes a seat next to Elsa on the rock near the small cottage and looks at Anna too.

Elsa has been staying with Anna and Hans for 2 weeks now and decides it's time to go back to Arendelle. "I was thinking, maybe it's time Anna and I to go back to Arendelle and get back the throne from that troll thing." Hans nods and sips on his tea.

"I understand, you don't have to live here anymore." Elsa felt like she didn't want him to live here in such a dangerous place in the woods. It's not safe, and she wasn't going to come visit him only to see his body laying on the ground due to wolves.

"Why don't you come to Arendelle with Anna and I?" She asks. "Yeah, we forgave you and we're sure that the rest of Arendelle will do the same." Anna says as she comes to sit with them.

Hans looks at the sisters and shakes his head. "I feel people will want my head." Elsa and Anna exchange looks and giggle. "Don't worry, you won't have to worry about that. We'll get guards for you if that makes you feel any better." Elsa says as she places her hand on his arm.

Hans smiles at her only to see Anna's face scrunch up in disgust. "Can you guys stop with all the lovey dovey staring?" Elsa and Hans shift and turn away from each other.

"We were doing no such thing." Elsa says. After that heart to heart a week ago Elsa felt like she knew Hans so much better, the pain he had in his eyes, matched hers when she spoke about her sister.

"Maybe I'll come with you guys." Elsa's eyes lit up and Anna clapped her hands in excitement. "Let's gather some stuff for you." With that Anna runs off into the cottage. Hans and Elsa giggle and look at each other.

Hans brushes his knuckle over her cheek and smiles. "My queen." He whispers. Elsa's eyes close, her cheek turning red. Hans smirks and places a kiss on her forehead.

"Thank you for forgiving me." He says. Elsa opens her eyes and looks at him with so much adoration in her eyes. "Hans." Hans places his finger on her lips, silencing her. "I don’t want you to say anything." He says as he brushes some hair off her face.

Elsa looks down at her lap and smiles shyly. "Thank you for helping me and my sister." She whispers. Hans nods and wraps his arm around her shoulders, bringing her face into his chest. "Don't thank me." He places a soft kiss onto her hair.

The lovebirds didn't know that Anna was secretly watching them from the window, smiling all the way. She wanted this to happen, wanted Elsa to feel comfortable with someone and her dream finally came true.

"We should head in to pack your stuff." Elsa mumbles. Hans tightens his hold on her and places his chin on her head. "Let's stay like a little while longer." Elsa smiles and wraps her free hand around his waist.

"Okay fine." She says with a bright smile plastered on her face.

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The Woods Pt.2

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Hans sits up in bed, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the dark. He squints and spots the sisters fast asleep on the pile of hay near him.

He couldn't sleep and he didn't know why. He gets off the hay and walks outside. It is around 2 in the morning and he seems on edge.

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Elsa feels cold air, making her open her eyes, only to see the front door slightly ajar. She approaches it only to see the silhouette of Hans outside.

She wraps her arms around herself and walks out. Hans turns his head to the side at the sound of Elsa's shoes. He looks at her and smiles softly.

"What are you doing up so late?" She asks, her voice clipped. Hans sighs and looks at her. "Just can't sleep." He admits. Elsa nods and sees him look at the Northern Lights.

"Does it calm you?" He looks at her on confusion. "The Northern Lights?" She clarifies. Hans chuckles quietly and nods. "Yeah, it does. Why? Doesn't it for you?" Elsa nods too and looks at the neon green and purple strips glowing in the sky.

"Anna used to tell me when she saw them that the sky is awake so she's awake." Hans laughs a little, finally feeling a sort of comfort from being with Elsa. "That sounds hilarious." Elsa giggles.

"What about you? Any fun experiences with it?" Hans shakes his head, goosebumps forming on his skin. He never had any good memories back home and probably never will.

The mere thought as to why he felt solace with the Northern Lights made his skin crawl. He didn't like talking about it.

"I always look at it for solace, I guess." He says with a shrug. Elsa could see the pain in his eyes as he speaks about solace. She didn't want to push him to tell her anything, after all she wasn't his friend or anything remotely close.

"Yeah, when I used to look at the Northern Lights when I was locked in my room for 13 years, I felt like I was losing a part of myself,

a part where I wish I could get back with my sister. She was always with me through my childhood, but then she got tired of knocking on my door." Hans saw her face retort into pain.

The same feeling he had. "We aren't as different as it seems." He mutters. Elsa looks at him and nods. Accepting the truth that Hans is right about them being the same on so many levels.

"I can't remember the last time I actually had a heart to heart or actually felt like I was treated as a normal human being." She says. Hans looks at her and slowly brushes a strand of platinum blonde hair from her forehead.

Elsa cheeks redden and Hans pulls his hand away quickly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to touch you." Elsa shakes her head at his words. "It's okay, don't worry about it."

Hans relaxes and smiles at her. He never knew the Snow Queen would be so warm towards him. "Thank you for giving me a chance." He says.

Elsa nods and looks at the Lights then looks back at him. "You helped my sister, so I might as well forgive you."

He smiles at her, he could see her cheeks redden again. "I'll make sure I'm worthy for you, my queen." She looks at him, still in disbelief that he calls her his queen.

"Why don't we head to bed? It's pretty late." She says as she wraps the scarf Hans gave her around herself even though the cold doesn't bother her. She found it as a way of comfort.

"Sure." He says, still in disbelief that Elsa spent some time with him again.

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The Woods Pt.1

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Scared and out of breath is what Elsa was right now as she walked around slowly in the woods. She ran away from home due to finding out her sister wasn't her sister at all, but an evil being taking the form of her.

Elsa knew her sister was dead and she didn't know what to do. She witnessed her brother in law getting murdered in front of her eyes that even her ice powers couldn't save him.

She tripped on a root and fell to the ground. A pair of boots stopped in front of her. She looked up and saw her enemy from 4 years ago.

Hans fucking Westergaard.

"Elsa?" His voice deeper, sending chills though her body. He bent down and helped her off the ground. "What are you doing here?" Her voice laced with venom. Hans tucked his hands into his pockets due to the weather dropping drastically.

"I ran away from home, I couldn't bare the crap that was taking place there." Elsa calmed down, making the weather go back to the warm summer air. "I know Anna is not Anna." He said a little while later. Elsa looked at him, his green eyes glimmering in the moonlight.

Elsa wrapped her arms around herself and nodded. "But how did you know?" He smirked. "Anna is with me, safe and sound. I found her a week ago in a cave I was exploring. It looked like a troll was there." Elsa's eyes widened.

"Where is she?" Hans told Elsa to follow him and they walked. The silence in the air killed him. He hated things being quiet. "What are you doing out in the woods anyway?" Elsa looked at him.

"I saw my brother in law get murdered." She admitted. Hans hummed and they stopped outside a small hut. "You've been living here?" Hans nodded and opened the door for Elsa.

When Elsa got inside she spotted Anna sitting by the small fireplace. "Anna?" Anna turned and busrt into tears at the sight of her sister. The sisters hugged and cried a little. Hans watched from afar.

"Hans saved me, but Kristoff is dead because of that troll." Anna said angrily. Hans looked up from making some tea and smiled at the sisters.

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Hans sipped on his tea as he stood outside the hut, giving the sisters some time to catch up that he didn't hear the door open. "Thank you." He turned to his side to see Elsa standing there with her own cup of tea in her hand.

"For what?" She placed her hand on his bicep, feeling his muscles under his white shirt. She enjoyed that. "Saving my sister and helping me tonight." He shrugged.

"It's the least I could do for trying to kill you two last time." Elsa nodded, reminiscing the past. "I forgive you for it." He almost choked on his tea. "I don't deserve your forgiveness, my queen."

Elsa shook her head and sipped on her tea. "I'm no queen, Hans. You can stop with the formalities." Hans smirked and shook his head. "You are my queen though." That made Elsa blush, thank God it was night time and the only light was the moonlight.

"Still the smooth talker, aren't you?" That made Hans laugh. Laugh like it was so natural to do so. He loved that feeling and he enjoyed her company.

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