Hi,

So I'm kind of new to this fandom.

In this story, Elsa somehow magically allows Hans and Anna to get married.

Erm, I don't own Frozen. Yeah so, I hope you like it. :)

"Elsa," Anna knocked gently on the large door to her sister's bedroom. "I have a question."

Elsa sat, hunched over the paper work on her desk, struggling to write properly while wearing cloves. She looked up from her work, dipping the quill into the ink. "What is it Anna?"

Since her coronation, Elsa had been less reserved in her relationship with Anna, but to her sister's dismay, she still spent the majority of her time hauled away in her bedroom, working on her royal duties.

"It's about my wedding." Anna began.

Elsa groaned. "Anna, I don't have time for this." She walked slowly over to the door and swung it partially open, poking her head out a little. "I have to finish this communique by noon and then give it to Weasleton's diplomat."

"It will only take a minute." Anna insisted, she shivered when a cold gust of wind blew out of the bedroom. "Jeez, it's cold in there. Do you want me to tell Gerda?"

"No!" Elsa said quickly. "I mean, no. I am fine, thank you."

What Anna still didn't know, what she couldn't know, was that the reason Elsa's room was so cold was not because the maid had forgotten to turn up the heat. Beyond the heavy door the walls were caked with frost.

"Okay, okay. No need to get all hot-headed." Anna pouted for a brief moment before reacquiring her cheery demeanor. "But listen Elsa, I just wanted to thank you again for everything. I mean I can't believe I am getting married. And to a prince no less. I mean, Hans is perfect. He's gentle, kind, generous, so good with people, a great kiss-."

"Thank you for that information Anna." Elsa interrupted her. "But I think I should get back to work."

"Fine, fine, fine. I understand." Anna frowned and backed away from the door. "See you at dinner." She cried as Elsa shut the door.

On the other side of the closed door, Elsa exhaled deeply and leaned up against the door. It had been another close call. She loved seeing her sister more often, but it was becoming increasingly more difficult to hide her powers, especially with the impending wedding. In a matter of days, Elsa knew she would lose her sister again, this time for good to the practically perfect prince who had been sauntering around the castle for the last week.

It irritated her how protective she felt over her sister, but everything that Hans did seemed like a red flag to Elsa; the way he was a bit to touchy-feely with Anna at the dinner table, the way he had pressured them to moving the wedding up by weeks at a time, the way that he avoided talking about his past and kingdom at all costs. He was mysterious and intriguing, in a way that did not suit Elsa's overly cautious, paranoid nature.

That night at dinner, Elsa cast her eyes down so as not to bear witness to the almost nauseating flirtations that were occurring on the other side of the table.

"Your majesty, are you alright?" Hans finally asked her.

"Oh, Hans." Anna said before Elsa could answer. "You don't have to call her 'your majesty'. You can call her Elsa. Can't he Elsa?"

Elsa looked up awkwardly and nodded, forcing a smile. "Of course Hans. You're family now." She said softly. Her eyes suddenly met Hans'. Her mouth fell open at the sight of the darkness behind him. They were filled with unanswered questions to the point that they were almost enticing.

Anna beamed. "See. I told you she likes you."

Han's eyes were still trained on the queen, who swallowed and tried to tear her gaze away. But she couldn't do it. She wanted so badly to know what was hidden or masked behind them that she couldn't bring herself to look away.

It was only the notion that he might be equally lost in her eyes as she was in his that cause her to blush and avert her eyes.

"Hans." Anna was saying. "You okay?" She jabbed him in the shoulder with her elbow.

Hans coughed himself out of his daze and nodded reassuringly. "Yes, Anna." He said, moving his hand to graze her cheek. "Thanks for asking, love." He leaned closer and kissed her.

Elsa watched as what started out as a soft innocent kiss turned into something much more heated. She felt her gloves rip under the stress of the ice that was now spreading from her fingertips. She grimaced, wiped her hands on her dress as if that would make a difference, and turned back to her food.

Anna finally managed to emerge from the kiss, panting a little, face bright red. She blinked and gulped, smiling sheepishly at Hans and then turning guiltily towards her sister. "Sorry, Elsa."

"It's fine." Elsa stood but didn't look back up, for fear of meeting that stare again. "I think I'm going to go upstairs."

"Come on Elsa, please stay. I'm sorry." Anna pleaded. "I know that you don't like public displays of affection."

"It's not that." Elsa glanced back and forth between Hans and Anna, careful not to let her eyes linger for too long on the man who was still a stranger to her. "It's just that-." The temperature dropped suddenly. "I have to go." She whipped around and raced out of the dining room, the train of her dress flying up behind her.

"Sorry about that Hans." She heard her sister say loud enough for her to hear. "She drives me crazy sometimes."

She continued down the hallway, trying to push that dark green, almost wicked, glare out of her mind. If she had been able to, she would be sweating profusely. She tried to take a deep breath as she ran, but the air seemed to be caught in her throat. Everything in her body ached to spit frost out all over the hallway. She squeezed her eyes shut, and thought of the words her father had forced into her mouth for all those years. Conceal don't-.

Suddenly, she nearly ran straight into Gerda, who in effort to avoid collision, quickly stepped back and dropped a basket of cleaning supplies.

Elsa immediately knelt down and began hurriedly picking up the contents which were sprawled across the floor. She muttered an apology as she placed a dirty rag into the basket.

The maid joined her on the floor and gave her a questioning look. "Your majesty, is everything alright?"

"Yes." Elsa said firmly, though she could feel that her eyes were defying her voice.

"Very well." Gerda said picking up the basket and turning to walk down the hall. "Good night, your majesty."

"Wait Gerda." Elsa called. The maid spun around and gazed sympathetically at her. "Could you please have my meals sent to my room?"

Gerda raised an eyebrow. "Tomorrow?"

"Indefinitely."

With that the queen turned and stormed off to her isolated bedroom. Once safely behind the door, she flopped onto the bed and let frost coat the sheets. She didn't ring for anyone to help her remove her dress and corset. She wanted to be alone. She flipped the light switch off and let her torn gloves fall to the floor. Finally she curled up into a ball under the covers and stared blankly at the ceiling, clutching her chest.

She felt a powerful, burning, almost painful heat bubbling from somewhere deep underneath her cool skin.

What had just happened?

-o-

What had just happened?

As Hans held out his arm to Anna, he couldn't stop thinking about that piercing stare. There were so many secrets hidden behind Elsa's crystal blue eyes. They were like bright sparkling bait, and he was the helpless, floundering fish caught by their power ready to…

He shook his head abruptly. What was he thinking? He needed to gain the trust of Elsa and find her weaknesses so that after the wedding he could immediately begin stage two of his plan. Elsa needed to be out of the picture if he was to obtain his throne. This was not the time to get caught up in her beauty, no matter how alluring it might be. Besides, he needed to focus on his actual fiancé, Anna.

"Goodnight Hans." Anna stood on her toes and kissed him lightly. "See you tomorrow."

"Goodnight Anna." Hans brushed a piece of hair away from her cheek. "I love you."

Anna smiled and kissed him again, this time harder. Then she pulled away and gazed longingly at him before slipping away into her chambers.

Hans walked slowly down the hall, his hands resting in his jacket pockets. There was only candle light to guide him to his own room, but he was in no rush. He was far from tired.

For the past few nights, Hans had occupied himself with exploring every nook and cranny of the castle. So far he had snooped through the library, the servant's quarters, the long hall of guest rooms, and kitchen. He had still not managed to find where the queen slept, something that would be crucial in his plans to…

Hans was not a murderer. He prided himself on being able to get what he wanted without the use of violence. He still hadn't quite figured out how what sort of accident he would orchestrate for Elsa, but he had no plans of incriminating himself in the process.

He could help but feel a bit sorry for the queen, all alone, no one to comfort her, no one to tell her how beautiful she was. If she wasn't so damn stubborn he would have scooped her up in an instant. It would have been a hell of a lot easier than working up the nerve to dispose of her. He had chosen to stick with Anna, thinking it was the simple route, but he was starting to have second thoughts.

Hans sighed, knowing that now it was too late to win the affections of the pale and mysterious woman. Even if he did manage to get her to fall in love with him, he had already promised himself to Anna and Elsa would rather die than hurt her sister. That much he was sure of.

Suddenly he had a realization. His lips curved into an almost devilish grin.

Elsa would rather die than hurt her sister.

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