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ariddletobesolved · 7 months

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“Quit with the drinking, will you?” Elsa sighed, leaning back against the vending machine with her arms across her chest. “Since when did you drink during the day, anyway?”

Hans chuckled, finishing his beer in a big gulp. “Since when did you care?”

“I don’t,” the blonde scoffed. “But you’re the only person I know who is in a similar circumstance as I am, and we need to figure out how it works.”

“We?” Hans raised an eyebrow, his emerald eyes bearing a hint of mischief. “I’ve already figured out my technique, if anything it’s you who needs my help.”

Scowling, the blonde woman rolled her eyes, throwing her head back in annoyance. Oh how she hated asking for help, from her ex of all people. But their days were numbered. If they wanted to survive, they would need to declare their participation in the game soon and go get those points.

“Fine, just,” she paused, taking a deep breath, taking several steps so she was standing only a few feet in front of him. “Let’s just find a safe place to discuss this.”

Hans didn’t move. His emerald gaze softened, the corner of his mouth tugged upwards, before he pushed himself off the wall he’d been leaning on. He shrugged casually, strolling past her with a smug.

“I know a place,” he said. “Are you scared of the unknown, Elsa?”

“The unknown?”

“Well, I figured you haven’t met many cursed spirits. To reach this place, we will have to defeat many of them, so are you up for a challenge?”

Elsa scoffed. The past few hours she had seen many shapes and types of ‘creatures’, cursed spirits, as they called it. Apparently the only way to defeat them was with her powers. She might not be that great in combat, but he shouldn’t have underestimated her if he didn’t want to get his balls frozen later on.

“I can take it,” she said with a smirk, nudging him with her shoulder, before walking a step ahead of him. “So, what are you waiting for?”

Hans smiled, mostly to himself, before trailing after her. That’s my girl, he thought quietly.

an excerpt from 死に方を選ぶために (To Choose How To Die), written for the upcoming Helsaween 2023.

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I'm so excited to share this fic with all of you omg. If you're following me, then you probably know my current hyperfixation: Jujutsu Kaisen. I'll probably feature some information from the manga (this takes place during the Culing Game arc), but I will not be going too crazy with the spoilers. See you during the Helsaween, people!

Title is taken from one of the soundtracks of Jujutsu Kaisen Season 1.

#helsa #elsa x hans #helsa fanfiction #helsaween #iceburns #mary's writing #frozen

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written-by-ariddletobesolved · 9 months

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Let Them Talk | Helsa in Tennis Players AU

written in a textfic/social media format, for @helsaweekmasterlist 2023 day 3-4: memories / sports AU.

Note: hiiii, this is my first time writing social media AU for Helsa and my first time posting it on Tumblr (it's so different than how I usually post it on Twitter, but oh well). this one is super short, but this is all i have for now (pls don't be mad hehe). i'll try to finish my fanfic that was meant to be posted for day 7 soon!!!! enjoy!

i. the post that started it all:

ii. the comments under the said post:

iii. hans' response:

iv. the announcement:

FIN.

#helsa #helsa week 2023 #helsa fanfiction #social media au #iceburns #prince hans #queen elsa #i forgot how to tag lmao #frozen #hansla #ariddletobesolved #mary's writing

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sareinadale · 9 months

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Opposition - Helsa!Victorian AU (Day 5)

With Anna's blessing, all that's left is Arendelle's Royal Council. But will they take her engagement news kindly, more so when consent is at stake?

An entry for HelsaWeek 2023 - Day 5 (Victorian AU) @helsaweekmasterlist

“thank you for gathering here at my request. . .” elsa began with her address, gesturing for hans to claim the reserved seat next to her ─ which nonetheless drew some attention to him. although, well, his presence alone did unsettle a few.

“i’m aware that all of you might question why prince hans is here with us today, and that is precisely what i shall be addressing.” exchanging a glance to lord peterssen— her father’s long-standing and fiercely loyal advisor, now serving for her— then a sharp intake of breath.

“i am engaged to prince hans. and i humbly seek my council’s unduly consent in our union . . . which will take place three months from now, and that day is september tenth.”

determination steel, sweeping direct eye contact on each member as her words now hang in silence ; as if permitting them to process this news.

indeed it is a strange scene that unfolded before the very eyes of the council, so forward, their queen in asking for such consent.

Read more on AO3

Due to my unoriginal self, this year’s entry is taken from my recent RP with my lovely friend who writes Hans, though it is mostly from Elsa’s POV (again because I write as her). There is a small mention of the Napoleonic War in this plot (I even downloaded a whole academia book with my uni account a few months ago on this) because I’m quite a history nerd and I just can’t resist including this bit in the story!

This plot is set in the Victorian era due to the movie’s approximate timeline (somewhere between early to mid 1800s) and most canon events from the first movie were kept as is. I’ve also included a character from the Dangerous Secrets (spoiler if you haven’t read this) book as Elsa’s main advisor, whereas I’ve created three new supporting characters (for this scene) whose purpose is to oppose Elsa and Hans’ engagement news-cum-blessing, alongside two minor characters who are members of Arendelle’s Royal Council.

If you’re interested in reading the entire RP thread, here’s the link — just follow through the quote tweets (yes I refuse to acknowledge the recent change) until the end. And ofc I recommend you to play this song while you read this plot!

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As always, if you guys enjoyed this, please drop a kudos, like and comment! I look forward in joining Helsa Week next year <3

#sareinadale #Helsa Week 2023 #Helsa!Victorian AU #helsa #iceburns #had the most pleasure writing this plot with my lovely friend over on Twitter <3 #Victorian AU #Queen Elsa #Prince Hans #elsa x hans #helsa fanfiction

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chesspens · 1 year

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guys, I need help. this fic has literally been haunting me for five years. it's a Helsa fic called queen's admiral and it was so well written. It was on wattpad and oh my god was it just the most beautiful fic I have ever read. The plot was something like Hans was secretly the son of helios, this wasn't revealed until later into the fic and my god it started out so well! Hans was basically used by his brothers as this destructive force that would lay waste to any kingdom that their brother's wanted to conquer, but then they target arendelle and he has to fight elsa but then decides to join her instead and my god was that fic absolutely beautiful. like hans was so well-written in that one and the fact that his fire powers actually burnt and hurt him was amazing. the plot was so good!

#helsa #helsa fanfiction

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a13thprincefora13thprincess · 2 years

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The embroidery threads were also of solid quality, the silken loops gleaming softly in a wide gradient of colours. Elsa picked a lovely green, a nice bluish grey, and four loops of the shade of purple in the Arendelle coat of arms, she was always running out of it – and then a particular shade of brownish red caught her eye. It took her a heartbeat to make the connection. She ran a finger along the silk, and then it hit her.

It was the exact shade of his hair.

How uncanny.

(...)

"Ooh, let me see! Are you getting that one, too?" Anna scrutinised the loop of reddish silk suddenly burning as bright and damning as hellfire on the salesgirl's palm, and her expression flickered in something like a distant memory, something on the tip of her tongue, a recognition in-forming. Oh no. "It looks-"

"Like a-a- a fox, doesn't it," Elsa blurted. "I want to embroider a fox. Somewhere. A handkerchief, perhaps."

"A fox?"

"A cute little fox, yes," Elsa said, squeezing out a nervous smile. "I've been embroidering traditional motifs and Arendelle crocuses on everything for years. I could do something more lively for once." She sighed. "It sounds childish, doesn't it?"

"No, no! It sounds great!" Anna grinned, her eyes sparkling. "It sounds fun! I like it! Will it be a cunning fox?"

"Extremely cunning, and sly," Elsa said, taking the wretched loop of damnation and its tempting sultry softness from the salesgirl.

A particular understanding, by @fasadi

Read it here

It's so funny when Elsa tries to hide her feelings for Hans from Anna, it happens in most Helsa fanfiction.

#frozen #helsa #frozen fanfiction #helsa fanfiction #a particular understanding #prince hans #queen elsa #iceburns #Disney

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hellarn-the-holmes-student · 2 years

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Update

Circle of Destiny now published on Fanfiction.net

#fanfiction #fandom #helsa fanfiction

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juliebmlog · 3 months

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Disney I'm BEGGING you to bring back Hans for Frozen 3, AND THIS TIME WITH A REDEMPTION ARC

#trust me it would be really cool #disney #frozen #frozen 3 #hans #elsa #anna #redemption arc #fanfiction #helsa

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true--north · 16 days

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Elsa rides along the lonely shore of the Dark Sea. The Northwind follows her every move. There are only glaciers, white snow, icy sun high above and red lichens peeking out from under the fluffy snow veil. She is alone for a league around. There is a melodious yearning calling from across the sea, but it is not the motherly tunes of Ahtohallan.

The back of a huge azure fish has surfaced from the dark silver of the Sea and released a jet of water into the sparkling wintry air. Elsa smiles. It's her friend the Whale. Together with Nokk, they followed the whales tribes to places where no man had ever set foot, to the protected glacial cliffs, the home of the Arctic terns and far beyond. Elsa always thought that she did not count, she didn't desecrate the hidden temples of Nature, for she was becoming less and less of a human being. She is a spirit, the spirit of the North; a queen of ice and snow and the wastelands are open to her.

She tames the sea waves into her magical ice and rides merrily towards the whales. But their song of wanderings abruptly interrupts and they dive deep down and disappear.

A terrible heavy creaking noise deafens the air. Ahead, breaking the ice, a gigantic icebreaker is approaching Elsa. A monster of grey metal, steam, coal, blackened pipes and steel ropes. The ship is slowly and heavy, it moves closer and closer to her. Nokk is angry. Elsa looks up and sees a young man on the deck. He's wearing an assistant captain's blue uniform and a fur hat. He had changed but she would always recognise those spring green eyes.

They have come for her Forest, for Ahtohallan, for her reindeer and whales, for her stones and campfires. The strangers are here.

Hans Westergaard lowers his binoculars, staring in disbelief at the stunning woman clad in white flowing silks. She stands on the ice floe, the gusts of wind are tearing her long colourless hair. He knew her as Queen Elsa of Arendelle.

#helsa #elsa x hans #frozen fanfiction #frozen fanfic #mine

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jimichacha · 2 months

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Frozen Helsa fanfic: The Storm Inside Her by OddLittleSpider

“As Hans unsheathes his sword and prepares to deliver the final strike…he realizes a queen with the power to control ice and cast an entire kingdom into winter is better alive than dead.”

A fanfic where Hans decides not to kill Elsa and decides to help her control her powers instead.

This fanfic does a better job at fleshing out Hans character better than the movie and I cant recommend it enough!

(Posted with permission from the author)

#helsa #prince hans #hans #elsa #frozen #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #frozen fanfic #@helsa-valentines-day #anna #kristoff #olaf #elsa x hans #frozen au

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calenheniel · 5 months

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WIP preview.

So, I should preface this by saying that this is NOT a continuation of any outstanding fics I've already written, like In Fantasy or Winter's End - this is a new shorter piece I'm working on, four (?) parts planned in total. Since I've been so inactive of late, I wanted to share a draft of the first part with y'all. It's going to be a dark, tragic, R-rated sorta story, A/U, and - of course - centered on Hans x Elsa. No title as of yet, but I'll think of something eventually.

Thanks especially to @nap-hime, whose recent fic it became a nemesis is stirring the old Helsa flames in me!

See more below the line.

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I. DAFFODILS

“I’ll have that princess bedded and wedded within a week!”

Hans recognizes Adrian by his boasting, not bothering to look up from the flower bed. Another voice guffaws - probably Lucas, he thinks, from the brassiness of the laughter - but he keeps his gaze fixed on his task as he listens, kneeling in the grass.

“You’re pretty, Adrian, but that’s a stretch⁠—even for you. What makes you think she’d open her legs just like that?”

Lucas snaps his fingers for effect, making Adrian chuckle. “You know the girl’s been cooped up in that castle since her parents died. She’s probably starved for affection.”

“And what about the other one?”

“You mean the disinherited older sister?” Adrian asks, snorting. “What about her?”

“Well, aren’t you curious to know what she looks like?” replies Lucas. “No one’s seen her in years.”

“Yes, I suppose, but she’s merely a curiosity at this point,” dismisses Adrian. “The younger one is the heir apparent. And now that she’s finally started to accept suitors, everyone’s after her. But I intend to be the first one in Arendelle.”

Hans snips with the gardening shears loudly enough to catch their attention, looking nonchalant when they turn to stare at him.

“What are you doing here?” Lucas snaps, glaring.

Adrian spots the shears and chuckles. “Why, he’s picking flowers,” he sneers. “Hoping to curry the King's favor with a spring bouquet. Isn’t that right, Hans?”

Hans shrugs. “They’re for mother’s grave,” he replies simply, gathering them into a bunch as he stands. “Daffodils were her favorite.”

“Like I care what flowers your whore mother liked,” Lucas spits, scowling. “You can join her under the ground, as far as I’m concerned.”

Hans’s look darkens as Adrian steps between them, tutting. “Now, now, Lucas⁠—that’s not very nice, is it? Even if he is a son of a whore,” he remarks, “he’s still our baby brother.”

His smile does not reach his eyes. “Now run along, Hans. You needn’t concern yourself with the affairs of your betters.”

Lucas grins. “I think the ladies-in-waiting are missing their favorite doll for tea.”

Hans grips the flowers a little harder, but only for a moment⁠—and then he wears a small, polite smile that makes even Adrian frown as he bows.

“I’ll take my leave then. Be well, brothers.”

Adrian scoffs and Lucas mutters as Hans walks back towards the palace, never looking behind him.

His smile is frozen in place.

»» —— ««

He slips down into the kitchens with his usual ease, unnoticed by the guards, ignored by the cook and most of the servants.

They’re used to him, he supposes, or perhaps he just blends into the scenery⁠: another piece of furniture to be occasionally dusted and polished.

He finds his target rummaging through the pantry, and makes his entrance.

“Freja, my dear,” he says from behind her, “you’re just the girl I was looking for.”

The servant turns around with red cheeks that make her pale skin seem to glow in the dim light of the space, her brown eyes wide and flustered as he takes her hand in his and plants a kiss upon it.

“Your Highness!” she exclaims in just above a whisper, glancing over and around him nervously. “It’s almost dinnertime. There’s too many people around⁠—”

He squeezes her hand, making her squeak. “I promise I won’t be long,” he replies, smiling as she fidgets. He withdraws a small silk pouch from the inside of his suit jacket, and places it in her hand. “These are tea leaves from England⁠—Prince Adrian’s favorite. Have Chef Jensen serve it to him at dinner.”

“From England?” she asks, interested. “How did you get it?”

“I have my ways.”

She opens the pouch, sniffing its contents, and frowns. “This doesn’t smell like any tea we’ve made before.”

“It’s a new blend,” he says, closing her fist around the packet. “Named after Charles Grey.”

She blinks, bemused. “Who’s that?”

“The Prime Minister, dear. But that’s beside the point. You can switch out the usual tea with this. Chef Jensen won’t notice.”

Freja bites her lip. “I don’t know about this, Hans⁠—”

He draws the girl in that much closer, holding her hands warmly in his, and she trails off as she melts into the sensation.

It’s too easy, Hans thinks as he watches her face go flush, and her eyes darken with want⁠—but one chuckle from him is enough to bring her back to the present.

“Now be my sweet girl,” he murmurs in a low voice, “and do as I ask. I promise you’ll be well-rewarded for it later.”

She pouts, but eventually manages a smile as she stuffs the pouch in her apron pocket.

“Fine. But no surprises next time, you hear?”

He nods. “Deal.”

She pauses to look over her shoulder one more time before tiptoeing her way back into the hall, and flashes him a hasty wink before making herself look busy with a pile of plates by the washbasin.

He watches for a while from the shadows, still smiling.

»» —— ««

Tea is served alongside Chef Jensen’s famous apple cake, greeted with applause by Hans’s brothers and their wives.

“It’s been too long since you’ve made this,” remarks the king as he takes the first bite. “You’ve outdone yourself, Jensen.”

The others at the long table follow his lead, and their chews and groans of pleasure resounding throughout the great hall remind Hans chiefly of a herd of masticating cattle.

The chef bows, looking pleased, and the king’s steward gestures for the servants to begin pouring the tea.

Adrian is the first to sniff his cup with interest. “What is this, Jensen?” he asks between mouthfuls of cake. “It smells different.”

“Smells the same to me,” says Oskar, another of Hans’s brothers, from across the table. “Some kind of dark tea.”

“Ceylon, to be exact,” Adrian corrects him, sipping the brew and tucking his black hair behind his ears. “But I wouldn’t expect someone with your pedestrian tastes to know the difference.” He blinks as he sets the cup down, ignoring Oskar’s scowl. “This really is something else. Quite lovely, actually.”

“I don’t know what you’re on about,” grumbles Oskar. “It’s the same damn tea as always.”

“Enough, you two,” barks the king, silencing them. He dismisses the chef from the hall. “It’s unbearable to think we’re all related, sometimes.”

“Well, most of us, anyway,” says Lucas, smirking at Hans; the others chuckle at this, some coughing into the remainder of their wine to hide their amusement.

The king doesn’t spare a glance at his youngest brother, turning his attention instead to Adrian at his side. “Is everything ready for your trip tomorrow?”

The younger man nods, his bright blue eyes blazing with excitement. “Yes. We’re heading out at sunrise.”

“And not a moment too soon,” Harald mutters into his tea, making the brothers on either side of him, Erik and Frederick, chortle.

Adrian shoots them a frown. “Laugh all you want, but soon Arendelle will be swarming with princes from all over Europe. Getting there first is the best chance I⁠—” he pauses, catching the king’s wary eyes on him, and swallows, “⁠—we have to secure it as a permanent ally.”

“What can they even offer us?” scoffs Niels, the second oldest. He shrugs at the king’s dark look. “You know I’ve been against this from the beginning, Magnus. Arendelle is little more than a glorified fishing village with some nice scenery, as far as I’m concerned.”

“Then it’s a good thing this doesn’t concern you,” snaps the king. “What they have now may be of little value, but the potential is great.”

Adrian grins, and clinks his teaspoon against the cup. “Indeed, Your Majesty. Potential that must be tapped.”

The wives all titter with feigned amusement while half their husbands guffaw, and the other half roll their eyes and grumble.

Hans alone neither laughs nor mutters, and when the table grows quiet again, he takes the opportunity to stand and raise his glass to Adrian at the other end.

“To your safe journey,” he says, smiling. “May you sweep Princess Anna off her feet.”

His brothers and their wives look uneasy at his toast, glancing between themselves; but when the king stands, raising his glass, the others follow.

“To Adrian, and his success in Arendelle,” he says.

“To Adrian!” they shout, and finish off their wine.

When they sit down again, their tension is dispelled, and the conversation resumes. Only Adrian remains perturbed by the sudden tribute, eyeing Hans with a wrinkled, irritated brow, and he drinks the rest of his tea more quickly than usual.

The youngest prince pretends not to notice, picking at the rest of his apple cake with practiced calm.

»» —— ««

“I swear it was that blasted tea!”

Adrian moans in-between heaves, his body weak with nausea as he leans over a vessel hastily provided by a servant in the parlor. His other brothers watch the scene from a distance, murmuring amongst themselves, their expressions torn between pity, amusement, and disgust.

Hans slips in amongst them from the back, keeping his own face impassive.

The queen sighs, patting her brother-in-law gently. “We all had the same tea, and no one else got sick. Perhaps you just caught something⁠—I hear a spring cold has been going around.”

“Nonsense⁠—”

The prince’s protest is cut short by another bout of retching, and the queen backs away, holding her handkerchief to her nose. She looks at the king with concern.

“Dear, I don’t think he’ll be able to travel in this shape.”

He frowns down at Adrian, sighing. “No, I don’t think so either. The journey will have to be delayed until he recovers.”

“What!” Adrian cries out, his arms shaking as he grips the sides of the vessel. “You must be joking, Magnus. I must go at sunrise as planned!”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” the king snaps, watching as his brother writhes with the urge to vomit. “I won’t have you showing up at the princess’s doorstep looking half-dead.”

“Yes,” cracks Harald. “That would defeat the point of the whole enterprise, after all.”

“Quiet, you!” barks Magnus, frowning. He motions to his steward, who quickly jogs up to his side. “Bring Chef Jensen to my study. I want to know if there was something in the food that could’ve resulted in this.”

Adrian pants as the steward rushes out of the room, his gaze traveling up from the Persian rug beneath them until it finds Hans in the crowd of spectators.

“You!” he accuses, pointing a trembling finger at him. “You did something. I know it.”

The others all look between Adrian and Hans quizzically, while the latter demonstrates surprise at the allegation.

“I⁠—”

“What utter nonsense,” Magnus interrupts, scowling. “Leave him out of this.”

“But he was listening to us in the garden earlier!” Adrian objects, looking to Lucas for support. “You remember, don’t you? He was spying on us.”

Lucas, on the receiving end of a glare from the king, swallows. “He was just picking flowers, Adrian. You said so yourself.”

“But he⁠—he’s jealous!” Adrian balks, glowering even as he grows more wan. “He’s trying to take the princess for himself!”

“Don’t you hear yourself, man?” the king rebukes, sighing. “What would the princess want to do with him? He’s nothing.”

A grin twists and grows on Lucas’s lips. “He’s right, Adrian. She wouldn’t bother wasting time on the Unlucky Thirteenth.”

The room is filled with laughter at this pronouncement, but all is quiet in Hans’s mind save for the beating of his own heart, a steady thump in the night.

He smiles at the last, if only to himself.

Yes, he thinks, if only there was someone out there who could love me.

#helsa #frozen #frozen fanfiction #wip

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venusssus · 6 months

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Helsa sketch 💙

(from my fanfic, and yes they almost killed eachother because I say so)

@helsaweenfun

I see bearded Hansy and I’m floating

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ariddletobesolved · 10 months

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Take a Shot, Take a Chance

Prompt by @ravinewreyn :

"Is that the best that you can do?"

Warning: Alcohol use. Drink responsibly, people!

Note: Look, I know this prompt is OLD, hence why this isn't posted in @written-by-ariddletobesolved, but I feel like finishing it so here we go. I do hope it's decent. Enjoy! ♥️

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"Take a shot!"

"I can take three!"

"No way, Anna, that's too many."

"No, it's not! You're just weak, Elsa."

"Yes, Elsa, you're just weak."

Elsa looks around, eyes darting from Kristoff—her sister's boyfriend, to Anna—her sister, before settling on the auburn haired young man who happened to tag along with the group. Hans. The latter was smirking, and Elsa narrowed her eyes in distaste.

The four of them were sharing a round table in the corner of a crowded pub. It was supposed to be a weekly girl's night for the sisters, until Anna saw her boyfriend and one of his housemates there in the pub. Inviting Kristoff also means inviting Hans, there was no other choice which sounded like a torture for Elsa.

"Me, weak?" She scoffs. "Pfft, never!"

To say that Elsa doesn't like Hans is an understatement. She strongly dislikes him for a lot of reasons.

He is a spoiled and snobbish man child, who only cares about himself. He might be 25, but sometimes he acts like a 15 year old.

Hans shrugged. "Says the one who sprained her ankle after a few shots of vodka. It was like a double loss for you, Elsa."

At the reminder, Elsa scowled. She grew even more annoyed when the memory of her getting wasted the last time they went out flashed on her mind. Her blue eyes were on the wooden round table the four of them were sharing, glaring at the two rows of shot glasses containing clear liquor.

"Well, accidents happen. Besides, I already had a glass of Long Island Iced Tea that time before the game even started, so I had a good amount of booze in my system." She looked up, the corner of her mouth curving into a smirk. "Why, do you want a rematch?"

"Do you?"

"See, now you're scared of the potential loss, aren't you?"

Hans shook his head. "No, Elsa, I just don't want you to hurt yourself this time."

"Stop pretending that you care, Hans, it's so out of character."

There was a pause, and Elsa watched as something like hurt reflected on his eyes, only briefly, before he grinned. She frowned, not liking that look on his face, because that would mean Anna was right, that Hans might care about her more then he liked to admit.

"Alright then, whatever the queen says," Hans said, before downing one shot, prompting Elsa to do the same. "One."

"Are we playing by the same rules as before, that whoever drinks the most consecutive drinks in fifteen seconds wins, and the winner gets a week's worth of chocolate bars, yeah?" Anna said, eyeing the two competitors.

"Yes!"

"No!"

The two replied at the same time. Elsa raised an eyebrow. "Huh, why not?"

"I figured we should start slow, instead of fifteen seconds, what about thirty seconds?" He proposed, turning to Anna and Kristoff.

"Well, that can be arranged." Anna replied, flashing her sister a knowing smile, which was returned with a set of narrowed eyes. She then turned to her boyfriend and said, "Right, Kristoff?"

"That's fair." The blond guy nodded. "We have a lightweight in here."

"I am not!" Elsa scolded him.

Hans grinned, before adding, "Oh, and also, I propose the winner gets not only one week's worth of chocolate bars, but also something else." There was a mischievous smile at the end of the sentence, one that was enough to make Elsa roll her eyes.

"I swear if it's a prank-"

But before she could finish, Hans quickly said, "Go out with me." He then added, "It's a request."

The blonde was stunned, keeping her guard up as numerous thoughts ran through her head. Is he being serious? Stealing a glance at her sister, she caught a hint of 'told you so' on her face, and Elsa glared in return. Nope, he is not being serious, just like that time when he was offering her a ride home from the library. He loved to tease her, so there was no way he was being decent and well-intentioned.

Their eyes met, as Elsa observed him closely, amused and intrigued. Something told her she should just take a chance, so she did.

"Fine," she rolled her eyes.

The drinking game started with Kristoff preparing ten shots of vodka in front of each competitor. Hans led with seven shots in thirty minutes while Elsa, who was trying to get used to the burning sensation in her throat, only got to down five shots.

"Well, looks like I'm gonna win." Hans smirked, sliding his hand into his pocket. "Any plans on surrendering and just go out with me?"

"Not a chance. I propose we trade shots for beer, how does that sound?" Elsa raised an eyebrow.

Shots may not be her speciality, but she loves beer. She can probably get an upper hand on the next round.

"As long as we have shots and beer in the last round. Just because you can't take shots doesn't mean you can change the rules."

As if on cue, Kristoff and Anna came from the bar carrying two pints of beer each.

"Did anyone say beer?"

Elsa scowled when she saw her sister's teasing smile. "Ugh, fine, whoever finish these pints of beer first get to win this round. Then we have similar rules like the first round with beer and shots."

"Deal."

On the second round, Elsa didn't slack, finishing two pints like she's drinking water. Nine seconds. That was her record. By the time she put down the glass, the blond was all giggling at the fact that Hans was struggling to finish his second pint. Hans is not a beer guy.

"A tie." Elsa winked, body swaying as she began to feel the effect of alcohol in her system in just under thirty minutes.

"Oh, is that the best that you can do?"

"Nah, that's why we're starting the third round."

"No break, princess?"

"No!" Elsa scoffed, before pointing his finger at him. "And don't call me that."

Hans only chuckled, amused at her antics. She looked like an angry kitten, and he found it cute when she was scowling at him, pouting with a frown.

A pint of beer and three shots of vodka. By now Elsa was sure she had crossed her drinking number. She knew she should have stopped after two rounds, but there's no way she would surrender, to Hans no less. She wouldn't go down without a fight, and so she did. And she lost.

Her head started to pound when she downed the last shot, and Anna handed her a water bottle, helping her to sip from the bottle. It felt refreshing, yet the bitter taste remained on her tongue. Her face flushed, hot with drunkenness and embarrassment, when she way the teasing smile on Hans' face.

"Well, fuck." She muttered under her breath.

"Ouch, language, missy!" He grinned in triumphant. "I guess I'll see you next Saturday?"

"What choice do I have, really?"

"Aww, don't be like that, Elsa. I promise I'll make it memorable for you," he said as he leaned closer to her stool.

His emerald eyes glimmered under the dim light. He was so close, well, too close for her liking. She could smell his musky cologne, strong and expensive, it's the same scent in his car which she recalled from when he drove her home that one time. Her lips curved into a smile as she boldly traced her fingertips on the collar of his shirt, the fabric rough under her skin.

Leaning in, she whispered close to his ear, "Well, then, Hans, I'd like to see you try."

She probably needed to blame the alcohol because suddenly, taking a chance with him no longer sounded like a bad idea.

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