"Get the fiance out of the way, and the whole thing will be fixed!"

As a certain blonde man let out a strangled yell of protest, the Trolls had already begun their magic, and far away in a frozen kingdom, Hans fell over as a strange feeling possessed him. Immediately, the guards of Arendelle rushed to him, although as he stood, he shrugged their concern off with a warm smile.

"Sorry, I suppose I slipped. I'm fine, really. Let's get these blankets out to those in need, and put another pot of hot cider on!" As the two guards nodded and turned away, Hans stumbled again, putting one hand to his head and another bracing his weight on a nearby building. His head throbbed as though a million drums beat inside it. After a few moments, he shook it off and continued on his way, his thoughts heavily on Anna as the wind picked up. With the storm growing worse, he looked to the skies and wondered where his beloved was. A burst of anger unexpectedly shot through him, stopping him in his tracks, as he thought of how naive Anna had been when it came to her sister. Blood bonds could only get you so far after all. He wondered briefly if the captured queen might have something to do with Anna's lack of appearance, but then thought to her reaction only mere moments before in the dungeon.

"I couldn't just let them kill you."And Anna loves you. If she loves you, then so do I, no matter the consequences.

"But I am a danger to Arendelle… get Anna!"

Hearing her name almost made the prince wilt as he choked out his response that she had not returned, and the terror on Elsa's face made him feel certain that she was not behind Anna's disappearance, or if she was, it hadn't been intentional.

As the hours passed, Hans used his princely training he'd received as a boy to put the people first and was finding a unique joy in helping them that he had never had the chance to feel at home. When tragedy struck at home, he was usually regarded as worthless and told to stay out of the way while the others handled the problem.

The weather swirled colder, and as he took shelter for a brief moment in the halls of the castle, he slipped off his boots, looking down the finely polished hallway and thinking about how much had happened and changed since he and Anna had slid down it in their socks, giggling and hiding from the guards.

"Why are we hiding?" he'd whispered, once she'd led him away.

"Well, I have rules to follow too during this whole… thing. Princess or no. Even though it's only..." she trailed off with a sad look on her face. Hans raised a brow and guessed her intended next word, taking her hand and kissing it.

"Only me? You said that earlier… you shouldn't doubt yourself. For what you've been through, you turned out really great."

"No, I know, I- I mean, thank you! Not that I know I'm great or anything but I just… well, you know. It's just being alone all my life… my parents had their stuff to deal with and had Elsa to train as queen. I've just always been the spare. The stand-in."

Hans' eyes had hardened a bit at that, and he drew her in for a gentle hug. "No matter what you are, you are not the spare anything to me. Growing up with twelve older brothers, I felt that way too, but we're both special, even if our kingdoms refuse to see that."

Anna had smiled softly, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and nodded as she stepped out of the hug and led him to the next room.

His promise of "I will do what I can." echoed in the thirteenth prince's head as he found himself staring down at a collection of the Arendelle guards, noblemen, dignitaries of surrounding countries, and even a few of his father's own men; guards who had been on the Southern Isles ship yet had departed from his company as soon as they could. He stifled a laugh as he observed their willingness to listen with him now the one in charge.

Hans paced in front of them for a moment and then spoke, eyes lifting to the late King who stood regal on the wall. "In the day that Queen Elsa has officially been queen, she has sought no harm to any of us. She had acted in defense alone and attempted to sequester herself far away from any who might come into harm's way. She has requested release, and I see no reason to not give her that comfort of solitude."

The Duke's head raised up, his toupee flopping as he cowered behind his wounded soldiers. "She tried to kill my men!"

Hans balled his fists, his green eyes narrowed as he quickly crossed the room to tower over the duke. "No. I gave direct orders to search only for Anna, and for no harm to come to Her Majesty the Queen. Your men snuck away while we fended off an unknown creature and proceeded to strike her fortress with crossbows and quivers. She defended herself against the attacks, and when she paused and was set to release her defense against your men, one of them pulled the bow. Had I not seen it and changed its course, I would stand as Consort of this land and Anna the Queen." His palms slapped onto the table for emphasis, and he spoke again, looking to the Arendelle nobles.

"I do recognize I only have a small amount of power, so I do ask you discuss it amongst yourselves. The Queen has sought no intentional harm. Meanwhile, I am going back out to look for Princess Anna."

"You cannot risk going out there again!"

He whirled around, green eyes lit aflame in righteous anger and concern. "If ANYTHING happens to her-!" He couldn't even finish his sentence as grief choked him. Dear God, if merely thinking of her getting hurt drove him to tears, what would happen if she was hurt?

"If anything happens to the Princess, you are all Arendelle has left." The dignitaries' sobering thought that he might have to take over her kingdom for it to continue to run made him wilt inside. He might be a prince, but that didn't mean he knew anything about running a kingdom. He turned to go to the door, but as he did, the doors flung open with other guards and handmaidens pushing a nearly collapsed girl in front of him.

He could have exploded with fear when he saw it was his Anna. All but dead, she collapsed into his arms mumbling about a kiss. However, as she spoke, he felt his headache return worse than before, although he tried to ignore the rising pressure as his sweet Anna choked out that Elsa had struck her.

"You said she'd never hurt you!" The anger he'd intended to have in his voice didn't reach his ears, and he felt as though the fear that had begun in his chest when she first appeared was starting to ease, becoming replaced by… indifference?

Anna gasped and grabbed her chest, almost doubling over, and his prince instincts took over, grabbing her in a bridal hold and carrying her to the couch as she seemed to almost lose consciousness.

"She froze my heart, and only an act of true love can save me." He looked at her when she spoke, and the world muted. Bitter, raging anger swelled up inside of him, and in his mind it was as though somebody was choking him. Another presence was fighting his brain for dominance, almost as though there were two of them in his head. A sharp, blasting pain spun through him and it felt as though he was thrown from his body, and oddly enough he did appear, watching himself and Anna from another position across the room.

What in all the worlds? He pondered, but his confusion over what had just happened turned to horror as the fake-Hans spoke. "True Love's kiss!"

No, you don't get to kiss her, I get to kiss her! Who are you anyway?! What just happ-

And then as the fake-him spoke the chilling phrase, he wanted nothing more than to grab his own sword and run himself through.

"Oh Anna, if only there was someone out there who loved you."

Her confusion and heartbreak hit real-Hans like a horse and buggy, and he reached towards her, his hand going through her as the fake one continued talking.

"I do love you! No, no, oh Anna! You have to see it isn't me, I do love you, that isn't me!" His shouts went unheard as the fake Hans continued his tirade, dousing the fire and calling Anna dumb, revealing a plot to kill the queen and assume the throne.

NO! By the sword, I would never! The Southern Isle princes are too honorable for a thing like that, no oh please…

"You won't get away with this!" Even at death's door, Anna defended her kingdom, and the real Hans' could have swooned with pride in her if it wasn't for being forced out of his own mind somehow and forced to watch this torture-fest.

As the door slammed shut, he disappeared from the room, screaming out Anna's name as he found himself in a dark place.

Give up, Hans. You won't win. I am a jötnar, come to make things right as my brethren request.

I don't care who you are. That's my fiance! You leave her out of this… this plot! Please, we can still save her! It isn't too late!

Ah, but we can't. You see, I do not love her. You do my boy, oh yes. But this is my mind now, not yours, and so it will bend to my will.

He was thrust from his mind again as fake Hans trudged down the hall, adopting a broken look upon his face. As he opened the door where the dignitaries were, Hans watched and listened, aghast at what was being said in his voice.

Don't just believe it! Question me! Don't just blindly believe… NO!

Hans watched helplessly as the imposter sentenced the queen to death, and he shook as he thought of how devastated his Anna would be if she had heard it. How do I defeat a troll? I must get my mind back.

The thought echoed and the presence shuddered a soundless laugh as the real Hans wisped through the halls, following his body like an obedient puppy. It is no use, Prince. The only way you get yourself back is when my purpose is fulfilled.

The Jotnar's antics were a complete blur after that, and while Hans recognized that he had followed Elsa into a blizzard and lied through his teeth about Anna, his spirit merely whispered along, although his eyes widened and terror blasted through him when he saw Anna lunge in front of her sister, hand raised to stop him. NO, oh please, Jotnar, don't hurt Anna, let her live, please don't!

Then the force of her frozen form hitting his sword threw the Jotnar back, and Hans knew no more.

As Hans stood and caught sight of Anna, the joy he felt from seeing her expanding in his chest, which multiplied when he mentally checked for the Jotnar's presence. It was still there, a sharp ache pulsing every few seconds, but the voice which had accompanied it was silent, and he tried to form words to explain what had happened, but found himself tongue-tied as she strode forward, dark anger in her blue eyes.

"The only frozen heart around here is yours." Anna's words stung as Hans listened, but honestly, he couldn't blame her. As she sucker-punched him overboard, he felt the mysterious presence in his mind fade completely, and when he resurfaced he realized he was now in control of his own mind again.

No, oh god, what have I done? But it wasn't me, but I still…. Gods, no!